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THE OUTLAWED 
NATION 


By 

HARRY ELLIOTT NEGLEY 


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WITH APPENDIX: 

OTHER WAR POEMS 


ILLUSTRATED 


INDIANAPOLIS 

THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY 
PUBLISHERS 


Copyright 1919 
H. E. NEGLEY 




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TO MY NOBLE-HEARTED AND PATRIOTIC 
MOTHER, WHO LIVED AND DIED A TRUE 
AMERICAN, AND FROM WHOSE NATIVE 
PRIDE IN HOME AND COUNTRY I RECEIVED 
MY FIRST LESSONS IN THE AMERICAN 
NATIONAL SPIRIT, THIS VOLUME IS DEDI- 
CATED. SHE BELIEVED IN “AMERICA FOR 
AMERICANS; AND AMERICANS ALWAYS 
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PREFACE 


The primary purpose of this volume is the per- 
petuation in the memory of man of the infamous 
career of the German nation up to and through 
the most atrocious war in the world’s history. 
The author believes that poetic description will 
be found more attractive to the youth of Amer- 
ica than prose, and its impressions therefore 
more lasting. A short appendix has been in- 
cluded, rather to emphasize the line of distinc- 
tion between this war and all others. 

Should any one question the descriptive lan- 
guage found herein, or the truth of any state- 
ments made concerning the treatment of civilians 
and non-combatants by the German soldiery, let 
it be remembered that full substantiation can be 
furnished from the photographs and sworn state- 
ments gathered by the Belgian, French and Brit- 
ish governments, and that the author assumes 
full responsibility for all such statements herein 
found. 

This volume goes to press at the time of the 
submission of the peace terms of the Paris Con- 
ference to the German delegates. Future action 
on that subject can not and should not be antici- 
pated, but enough has already been said by the 
spokesman for the German delegation, and 


PREFACE 


enough has appeared in the official and inspired 
German press, to make plain the fact that the 
German nation does not intend to admit its re- 
sponsibility for this most hideous and unwar- 
ranted of all wars; and to indicate, also, that as 
time goes on that nation will go to the extreme 
of human effort to convince the coming genera- 
tions that she has been a much abused nation. 
Let it be remembered that Germany must remain 
on trial at the bar of human conscience until her 
moral reformation is beyond contravention. 

The author desires to make public acknowl- 
edgment of the splendid co-operation and assist- 
ance that he has received from the Belgian, 
French, British and Royal Italian Embassies, at 
Washington, the Belgian Official Information 
Service, the Belgian Official Pictorial Service, 
la Section des Missions Artistiques, Expositions 
de Materiel de Guerre of the French Republic, 
the French Pictorial Service, and Professor 
Claude Michelon, late of the French Chasseurs, 
in the preparation of data and illustrations for 
this work. 

“To err is human. To forgive is divine!” But 
when human error falls to the depths of animal 
savagery, then forgiveness should be long de- 
layed; and to forget is dangerous to posterity. 

H. E. N. 


LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 


Field-Marshal Foch Frontispiece 

General John J. Pershing .... Facing page 1 

King of Belgium 8 

Queen of Belgium 9 

Lieutenant-General Georges Leman .... 13 

The Lone Sentry and the Star 16 

Earl Kitchener 27 

Major-General Castelnau 34 

The Cathedral of Rheims (As It Was) ... 45 

The Cathedral of Rheims (As It Is) . . . 47 

Viscount French 48 

Field-Marshal Haig 52 

The Battle of the Marne 55 

Field-Marshal Henri Petain 56 

General Diaz 59 

A French Private Soldier Going “Over the Top” 62 

The Herding of the Mothers 65 

Pershing at the Tomb of Lafayette .... 86 

Marquis de Lafayette 87 

Field- Mars hal Joffre 93 

American Red Cross Nurse 97 

Florence Nightingale 100 

Clara Barton 101 

Abraham Lincoln . .116 

Captain Eddie Rickenbacker 119 

The Marriage Ceremony 126 

Roosevelt 155 

Les Vampires 158 

General Grant 168 

Field-Marshal Foch 170 

Field-Marshal Hindenburg 171 

George Washington 174 

Triumphal Arch 177 

The Little Doughnut Girl 181 

Chancellor Bismarck 186 

The Outlaw 189 

James A. Garfield 210 

Colonel Oran Perry ; 221 

Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Monument 225 


























CONTENTS 


PAGE 

In Flanders Fields, by Lieut.-Col. John McCrae . 1 

America’s Answer 1 

“In Flanders Fields” 2 

“America’s Answer” 5 

The Rape of Belgium 10 

The Battle Spirit 11 

No Middle Ground for Loyalty 14 

The Sentry’s Prayer 17 

The Teutonic Peril 18 

The Vanguard 28 

The American “Vanguard” 29 

“The Supreme Sacrifice” 35 

The Sacrifice Heroic 36 

Rheims, the Monument 46 

England, by Gerald Massey 49 

The Soul of Britannia 51 

The Battle of the Marne 53 

For the Honor of Italy 57 

Waiting for Zero 63 

Teutonic War 64 

Tom Smith and His Pup 67 

The Chaplain 72 

Pershing at the Tomb of Lafayette .... 86 

“Der Vaterland” 89 

“Schneider Made der Guns” 91 

The Kaiser’s Lament 94 

A Soliloquy on “C. P. T.” 95 

Back to the Light 98 

Khaki-Yank 102 

Ev’rybody’s Muss 104 

The Soldier’s Wife 105 

Abe Hacker’s Boy 107 

Sam’s Awakening 113 

The Lincoln 115 

The Air Battle 118 

“Faith of Our Fathers !” 121 

Duty 123 

“You” . . 124 


CONTENTS — Continued 


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The Girl and the Job 125 

The Lumberjack’s Flag . 127 

The Average Man 128 

Fourth Liberty Loan 131 

The Soul of a Nation 132 

The Composite Soul 133 

The Marines 152 

Roosevelt 154 

He Doesn’t Know This War Is On ...... 156 

The Abuse of Power 159 

Counting the Cost 159 

Peace 161 

How the Devil Discovered “Kultur” .... 163 

“Honorable Peace” 164 

The Devolution of a Kaiser 165 

Keep Watch on the Rhine 169 

War Is Over 172 

The “League o’ Nations” 175 

Welcome to the Victors . . 176 

The Bolshevik 178 

The Little Doughnut Giri 180 

The Slackers’ Retreat 183 

The Outlawed Nation 184 

Great Expectations 191 

The New Patriot 193 

We Are Coming 194 

“He Couldn’t Let Well Enough Alone” . . .196 

What Is Liberty? 198 


APPENDIX 

OTHER WAR POEMS 

The Relief of Lucknow, by Robert Traill Spence 

Lowell 205 

The Green Estaminet, by “A. P. H.” .... 208 

A Soldier’s Letter, by Sergt. Ira B. Grandy . .211 

The Charge of the Light Brigade, by Lord Ten- 
nyson 212 

“Men of England,” by Thomas Campbell . . . 214 

“Ode to the Germans,” by Thomas Campbell . . 215 

The Star-Spangled Banner, by Francis Scott Key 217 
War Against Babylon, by Thomas Moore . . . 219 

The Orphan of Old Mobile, by H. E. Negley . . 220 

Ode to the Warrior Dead, by William Collins . . 223 


CONTENTS — Continued 


PAGE 


England and America, by Lord Tennyson . . . 224 

Magnolia Cemetery, by Henry Timrod .... 226 
Bruce to His Men at Bannockburn, by Robert 

Burns 227 

Illinois, at Fort Donelson 228 

The Black Regiment, by George Henry Boker . 229 

The Death of Nelson, by John Braham . . . 231 

Carmen Bellicosum, by Guy Humphreys McMas- 

ter 233 

The Burial of Sir John Moore, by Charles Wolfe 235 
My Dog, by Sergt. Frank C. McCarthy .... 236 
Not Made in Germany, by Leroy Huron Kelsey 237 
The Recruit, by Robert William Chambers . . . 240 


GENERAL JOHN J. PERSHING 

Born September 13, 1860, in Linn County, Missouri. Entered 
West Point Military Academy, and was graduated with the rank 
of second lieutenant in 1886. Served in the cavalry branch of 
the regular army in the Philippines from 1899 to 1903, and as 
military governor of Mono Province, P. I., from 1909 to 1913. 
He led a brigade into Mexico against the Villa insurrectionists 
in the spring of 1916, in a proposed attempt to punish them for 
a foray into Texas during which several American citizens and 
soldiers were killed; but after his command had penetrated far 
into the Mexican sand plains (with insufficient support, it is 
claimed), he was recalled and the expedition abandoned. Upon 
the beginning of hostilities between the United States and Ger- 
many; or, rather, when the United States declared war on Ger- 
many, he was promoted to the rank of major-general and placed 
in command of the American Expeditionary Forces. He was later 
made general, was commander-in-chief of all the American 
armies on foreign soil, and retained that position to the end of 
the war. 




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IN FLANDERS FIELDS 

Lieut. Col. John McCrae 

In Flanders Fields, where poppies grow. 
Between the crosses, row on row, 

That mark our place ; and in the sky 
The larks, still bravely singing, fly 
Scarce heard amidst the guns below. 

We are the Dead. Short days ago 
We lived — felt dawn — saw sunset glow ; 
Loved and were loved ; and now we lie 
In Flanders Fields. 

Take up our quarrel with the foe. 

To you from failing hands we throw 
The torch. Be yours to lift it high. 

If ye break faith with us who die 
We shall not sleep, though poppies blow 
In Flanders Fields. 

1915 . 


AMERICA’S ANSWER 

We heed the call of Britain’s dead 
On Flanders Fields, where allies bled, 
And died the death of soldiers brave. 
The sacrifice supreme they gave 
Where ran their blood like poppies red, 
On Flanders Fields. 

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America now comes with all 
Her manhood’s flower, prepared to fall 
If need be, to avenge the toll 
Ye gave amidst the battle’s roll, 

On Flanders Fields. 

With you we grasp the torch that came 
Back from your dead ; and with its flame 
We light our nation’s beacons bright. 

In God We Trust. Our cause is right. 

If we break faith, then be our shame 
On Flanders Fields ! 

1918. 


“IN FLANDERS FIELDS” 

This famous poem has been probably the 
most widely copied, and universally quoted, of 
any verse that appeared during the period of 
the great World War. Its author was Lieuten- 
ant-Colonel John McCrae, an English physican 
who had served during the South African War 
as an artilleryman, and who was on his way to 
Canada when Germany began her great war in 
1914. Immediately upon landing in Canada he 
entered the Valcartier Training Camp and was 
commissioned a captain. Failing to secure an 
assignment in the artillery branch of the service, 
which he desired, he joined the McGill Hospital 
Corps and went with it to France, where he rose 
to the rank of lieutenant-colonel. He died in 
the service in January of 1918. 


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It is explained by those who served on the 
Flanders Front in the early campaigns of 1915, 
that two of the most noticeable features of the 
terrain were, first, the luxuriant growths of 
bright red poppies that in early spring appeared 
among the graves of the fallen soldiers, and 
second, that only one species of bird — the larks 
— remained on the field during the cannonading. 
As soon as the guns were silenced, the larks 
would rise in the air singing merrily. 

Some of these brave compatriots of Colonel 
McCrae make further explanation that no person 
who did not go through the horrors of that early 
campaign of 1915 in Flanders can appreciate 
the feelings of the soldier who, while fighting 
day and night against fearful odds, was forced 
to realize more and more as the battles raged 
with unabated fierceness, that unless adequate 
support was received from home, and more 
troops sent to their aid, the ultimate result must 
be the complete annihilation of the armies of the 
Allies and the victory of the Germans. 

And what must have been the emotions of 
those brave-hearted men as the story was whis- 
pered through the ranks that the people “back 
home” did not understand the seriousness of the 
situation and that preparations for support were 
not being adequately provided — a story that 
usually emanated from German-inspired propa- 
ganda, but sometimes was the result of over- 
wrought anxiety on the part of some despairing 


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patriot lest relief come too late to be effective, 
and the lives of his brave comrades should be 
given for naught? Does not every line of this 
immortal poem breathe the awful suspense of 
Captain McCrae, speaking for himself and his 
comrades, as they waited and fought despair- 
ingly on, hoping against hope for the reinforce- 
ments that had been promised from home? Does 
not every line of it ring with the anguish of the 
brave man, ready and willing to die for his coun- 
try, but anxious, if death be the end of his sacri- 
fices, that those who tarried among scenes of 
peace and plenty should know the cost of their 
procrastinations? But the work of forming new 
armies was then going on with feverish haste 
everywhere in the realms of the British Empire, 
and there soon began to arrive on the battle- 
fields of France and Belgium not only hundreds 
of thousands of English troops from the parent 
iand, but brave men in like numbers from 
Canada, Australia, South Africa, India, and 
every place on the earth where the British flag 
was flying. 


'AMERICA’S ANSWER' 


Then there began on the part of the Ger- 
man government what seemed to be a deliber- 
ate attempt either to goad the United States 
into declaring war, or, in the event of its failure 
to do so, place it in such a position as to degrade 
it forever among the other nations of the earth. 
Ship after ship was sunk without warning by the 
German submarines, slinking beneath the sea in 
every direction, and no discrimination seemed 
to be made between American boats and those of 
the active belligerents. Finally the Lusitania 
was sunk upon direct ‘orders of the German gov- 
ernment, it is authoritatively stated, and more 
than one thousand souls perished without the 
slightest attempt made to save them by their Ger- 
man executioners. Many of these victims were 
women and children, and American citizens. For 
this particularly distinguished service the sub- 
marine captain who had ordered the fatal shot 
was decorated with the iron cross by the Kaiser. 

Forbearance finally ceased to be a virtue, and 
on the second day of April, 1917, the President 
of the United States read to the Congress his 
message declaring that war with Germany was 
inevitable, and on the sixth day of the same 
month Congress finally passed a resolution de- 

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daring war on Germany, and directing the 
making of all necessary preparations for active 
warfare against that marauding nation. This 
was in effect America’s answer to a long list of 
brutal attacks upon our ships, and the sequel to 
what certainly seemed a studied effort to insult 
our national honor. 

There have been many versions of the famous 
McCrae poem published wherever the English 
language is printed, but it is believed that the one 
published here is authentic, for the reason that 
considerable care has been given to comparison 
of the various copies of the original brought back 
to their homes by wounded Canadian soldiers. 
As soon as war had been declared by the United 
States it became necessary to raise enormous 
sums of money with which to meet the expenses 
of the coming conflict, and it must be admitted 
that many of our people seemed to doubt the ne- 
cessity for free contributions of their means for 
that purpose. Then it was that the Canadian 
government came to our relief with the offer to 
send among our people contingents of wounded 
Canadian soldiers, fresh from the front, who 
could tell in their own language what they had 
seen and what they had gone through on those 
bloody battle-fields of Ypres, Cambrai, Neuve 
Chapelle, and others in the early Flanders cam- 
paign. 

These noble men did a wonderful work in 
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to give their best efforts to the support of the 
war against Germany, for they told with the most 
dramatic effect the inhuman manner of German 
warfare, and described with graphic but con- 
vincing details the battles they had gone through. 
None of this was given in a spirit of braggadocio, 
and in fact it usually required direct questioning 
to induce one of them to tell of his own personal 
experiences; but their appeals to the patriotism 
of America to join with them and their comrades 
in the war to exterminate German militarism 
was met with splendid response in every section 
of our country. The poem entitled “America’s 
Answer” was written shortly after its author had 
been engaged for several days in speaking from 
the same platforms with those wounded Ca- 
nadian soldiers. Each had a penciled copy of 
the McCrae poem which he frequently produced 
from the breast pocket of his blouse, and read 
with telling effect upon his audiences. 

The British-Canadian Recruiting Mission at 
Indianapolis sent a copy of the “Answer” to their 
western headquarters at Chicago, where it was 
ordered printed and posted in their various Mis- 
sions as recruiting propaganda. 



KING OF BELGIUM 
King Albert, of Belgium: 

Born at Brussels on April 8, 1875, and christened Albert 
Leopold Clement Marie Meinrad, Prince of Flanders. He is a 
son of Prince Philippe, Count of Flanders. He was married to 
Elizabeth, a Duchess of Bavaria, on October 2, 1900, and suc- 
ceeded his uncle, King Leopold II, to the throne of Belgium in 
December, 1909. When the Germans began their attack on Bel- 
gium in August of 1914 this monarch went into the field with 
his armies and remained with them in active service to the end 
of the war. He is idolized by the Belgians of all classes for his 
leadership in their sacrificial war for principle. 





— Courtesy of the Belgian 
Embassy. 



QUEEN OF BELGIUM 


Elisabeth, Queen of the Belgians: 

Born July 25, 1876, in Bavaria. Married October 2, 1900, to 
Prince Albert of Flanders, later King of the Belgians. When 
the Germans attacked Belgium in the World War she immedi- 
ately took her three young children — Prince Leopold, Duke of 
Barbant; Prince Charles, Count of Flanders, and Princess Marie 
Jose- — -to England for a haven, and returned to take her place at 
the head of the war relief work, which she continued in the field 
to the end of the war. She is held in an esteem akin to worship 
by the Belgian people for her brave and sturdy character. 






THE RAPE OF BELGIUM 


Twas a ghoulish pack, as it took the track, 

That the Monster unleashed that day. 

With relentless gait ran the Hounds of Hate, 
And a merciless lust to slay. 

’Twas the smell of blood, in its crimson flood, 
That beckoned them on to the fray ; 

And ran with a will, and a thirst to kill, 

Those ravenous beasts of prey. 

But the wild pack ran for the blood of man, 

As it nosed the ground for the chase. 

And its trail set clean, for the peaceful scene 
Of the mart and the market place. 

Of the hearthstone where, with a mother’s care. 
Lay the babe in a fond embrace. 

To the couch of maid, with purity laid, 

Came the ravishing pack apace. 

With a baleful glee ran the pack full free, 

And its fangs glared drippingly red ; 

And its trail lay strewed with the corpses nude 
Of the maidens left stark and dead. 

And the tender form of the babe, plucked warm 
From the folds of the mother’s bed, 

With fiendish delight, in the darksome night, 

To the gluttonous pack was fed. 

And the hounds ran true, as the bugle blew, 
From that kennel beyond the Rhine; 

And true to the breed, and the master’s creed, 
Spared not either cottage or shrine. 

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But the course was run when they met the gun 
Of the Belgians’ immortal line; 

And the day was saved by the men who braved 
That rush with its cruel design. 

And the world shall give, whilst the ages live, 
All acclaim to the Belgian men, 

When they barred the way, on that awful day, 
With their country a shamble-pen ; 

As the Gray Ghouls came, like a flood of flame, 
With a thirst to murder and rend. 

And a wealth of prayer, for the women there, 
Shall forever to Heaven ascend. 

1918. 


THE BATTLE SPIRIT 

Can ye feel the blood-lust gripping 
At your heartstrings? — Hear the ripping 
Of the earthworks, where the screaming 
Shells fall thick, — from heaven seeming? 

Mother of God! The fight is on! 
Hear ye ! mates ; the hell that’s roaring 
Out in front, where shells are pouring 
Like a blast from out the regions 
Of the Devil and his legions ? 

Over the top! and let’s begone! 

Jump ye ! lads ; and man your places ! 
Now’s no time for whitened faces. 

Hell’s work now is in the making ! 

Mark the barrage, where it’s raking. 

Hearkened ye what the Captain said f 
“Over now, and drive the devils ! 

Show them how the blood-lust revels, 
When real men stand up for battle 
With such herds of craven cattle! 

Man to man! the quick or the dead!” 


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Hark ye ! men ; the waiting’s ended ! 

Mark ye ! where the line’s extended 
Full to cover well the distance 
Where our men may find resistance? 

Hear ye the guns roar in the rear? 

See that hell-sent Bertha crashing 
On our right, where she went smashing 
Through that line of West Kent terriers ? 
Hear them yell : “Th’ more th’ merrier !” ? 
They are the lads that know not fear! 

Heaven help the man who wavers ! 

Devil take the heart that quavers ! 

Here’s the place where men are wanted. 
Now’s the time for courage vaunted. 

Win or lose ye a soldier's najne ! 

Saints above us ! That one potted 
Half a platoon, where it blotted 
Out those Yanks, like Satan’s mowing. 

See their ranks close ! On they’re going ! 
They are the hoys that know the game! 

Now the steel! lads; drive it under! 

Rend and kill, and tear asunder ! 

Now’s the time when blood, like water, 
Flows amongst the gory slaughter. 

Give 'em the hand-grenade and gun! 
Man to man now for the cleaning ! 

Hand to hand now for the gleaning ! 

Blast the dugouts where they hover ! 

See them run, like hares to cover. 

Praises to God! The fight is won! 


1919. 



— Courtesy oi Belgian Official Pictorial Service. 

LIEUTENANT-GENERAL GEORGES LEMAN 
Georges Leman: 

Born January 8, 1851, at the city of Liege, in Belgium. En- 
tered the Belgian National Military Academy at the age of six- 
teen, and was commissioned a sub-lieutenant at the age of eight- 
een years. Mobilized for the Franco-Prussian War in 1870, and 
served at the Fortress of Antwerp. Was assigned to the engi- 
neers’ corps in 1871, and in 1874 was commissioned a captain 
and assigned to the military academy to instruct in military con- 
struction and fortifications. In 1885 was professor of construc- 
tion, architecture and geology. In 1893 was made permanent 
examiner at the military academy, and was promoted successively 
to major and lieutenant-colonel in that position. In 1899 was 
“director of studies” at the academy, and in 1902 commissioned 
colonel; and in command of the academy in 1905. Was made a 
major-general in 1907, and a lieutenant-general in 1912, and 
placed in command of the third army division January 28, 1914. 
Was in command at the heroic defense of Liege against the at- 
tack of the Germans in August of 1914. 



NO MIDDLE GROUND FOR LOYALTY 


When Nations stand at grips of death, 
Amidst the battle’s pall ; 

When valiant soldiers pray for aid, 
And suffering peoples call ; 

When Hate and Crime usurp the place 
Of human virtues grand ; 

There isn’t any middle ground 
Where Loyalty may stand ! 

When Fear and Famine stalk abroad, 
Like monsters of the night ; 

When mothers, horror stricken, weep 
At War’s appalling sight ; 

When Innocence is common prey, 

And murder foully planned ; 

There isn’t any middle ground 
Where Loyalty may stand ! 

When Virtue falls like broken reed, 
And famished children moan ; 

When Mercy leaves the human breast, 
And Malice reigns alone ; 

When breaking hearts beat unison 
In every martyred land ; 

There isn’t any middle ground 
Where Loyalty may stand ! 

When Reason, on her broken throne, 
Gives way to Lust and Greed ; 

When Avarice, with power mad, 

Makes helpless nations bleed ; 

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When Passion, with its iron rule, 

Is riding in command ; 

There isn’t any middle ground 
Where Loyalty may stand ! 

When Nations’ manhood marches forth 
To cope with craven foe; 

When Womanhood gives up its all, 

And freely bids them : “Go !” ; 

When Sacrifice exacts its toll 
From us on every hand ; 

There isn’t any middle ground 
Where Loyalty may stand ! 

When Honor bids the nations arm, 

And save the human race ; 

When Treason, from her slimy lair, 
Begins to show her face ; 

When Patriotism, only, stands 
Against her brigand band; 

There isn’t any middle ground 
Where Loyalty may stand ! 

1917. 



THE LONE SENTRY AND THE STAR 

The soldier on guard duty at the listening post upon the edge 
of No Man’s Land, with the tranquil and star-bedecked heavens 
above, and death and destruction around him, breathed many a 
silent but fervent prayer that from somewhere on the earth where 
those stars beamed upon peaceful lands there might come succor 
to his suffering nation ere it be too late to save humanity from 
the brutal rush of the Huns, 


THE SENTRY’S PRAYER 


A Lone Star beamed, with its cheery light, 
From a peaceful sky, and its radiance bright, 
Came down to the earth in its beauty. 

Two sentries stood in the lonely night, — 
Soldiers they were, — in the cause of right, 

Each alert to the call of duty. 

But the one looked out over No Man’s Land, 
Where the flower of France made its noble stand, 
’Midst carnage, and death, and despair; 

While the other stood guard on a peaceful 
strand, 

Where the shriek of the shell in its fury fanned, 
Sounded not on the still night air. 

The prayer of the one, as he stood alone, 

Where the God of Battle was claiming his own, 
And the harvest of death was reaping; 

Went up to the Star where it brightly shone 
O’er the field where the cannon’s sinister tone 
Came yet where the dead were sleeping. 

“Oh, ye God of Nations!” the message said: 
“Will he come ere long where the streams run 
red 

With the blood of my comrades brave?” 
“Can we hold the hordes by the Tyrant led?” 
“Llave we given for naught this toll of dead?” 
“Shall we perish with none to save ?” 

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The soldier who stood by the quiet shore 
Read the message the Star in its radiance bore 
From the sentry among the dead. 

Then the Soul of Columbia quickened the more, 
And the answer went back: “We are coming 
o’er !” 

By the Heavenly messenger sped. 

The baleful course of the murderous Hun, 

By the grace of God is forever run ; 

And the fate of the Beast shall be 
That which he covets: “A place in the sun.” — 
Yes! A place at the mouth of a Belgian gun! 

And Humanity shall be free. 

1918 . 


THE TEUTONIC PERIL 

Had the world paid due heed to the public 
and private utterances of the German emperor 
during the ten years preceding the great World 
War, it need not have been wholly unprepared 
for the outbreak of that nation when it under- 
took to overrun and conquer the civilized world. 
One of the favorite expressions of the Kaiser 
was that “Germany must take her place in the 
sun.” By that a confiding humanity construed 
him to mean that his country must become great 
on a par with any and all other nations, but we 
now know that he meant that some day the Ger- 
man people must rule the world. 

When we found the officers of the German 


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army and navy making speeches and drinking 
toasts to “The Day,” meaning the day when Ger- 
many would begin her war for the conquest of 
the world, we passed it by as just another species 
of native Hohenzollern bombast. We now know 
that when those officers gathered together and 
with heads thrown back and chests expanded, 
drank that universally accustomed toast, they did 
it with a silent but none the less impious prayer 
that it might come within the life of each of 
them then present. For generations they drank 
that toast and hoped for the “great day” ; and 
some of them passed to the Unknown, while 
others took their places; but always with that 
hope that “The Day” might come in their time 
of active war service. 

The Kaiser has always strenuously denied that 
he began that terrible war in 1914, but his brazen 
effrontery on that position is only equaled by 
the conclusiveness of its contradiction. We know 
that the Germans cut all the wires of communica- 
tion leading to a certain French post on the fron- 
tier, and then practically annihilated a regiment of 
the French Chasseurs, twenty-four hours before 
the mobilization began in Germany. We know 
that as early as three months prior to that mo- 
bilization a general order was issued that brought 
back to Germany from all over the world, all of 
her army and navy officers except those who 
were designated to serve in her gigantic system 
of espionage and secret service in foreign coun- 


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tries ; men of the Captain von Papen stripe. As 
proof of that a lady living in Indianapolis has 
told of a young German officer stopping to call 
on her on his way home from the Orient, and 
who, during a short visit, confided the fact that 
he expected his country to be in war within 
three months. And it was. 

We know that our ambassador to Turkey, Mr. 
Morgenthau, was told by a certain German officer 
then on duty at Constantinople, that the date for 
the beginning of the war was deferred two weeks 
upon the demand of the German financiers, who 
reported to the German War Council that they 
could not prepare the finances of Germany for 
a war without two weeks’ further time. 

All this, and immeasurably more, we know 
now and should have known then, but we did 
not, and the countries of Europe, so accustomed 
to hearing Prussian braggadocio, were almost 
wholly unprepared to meet the sudden onslaught 
of that great gray army when it was thrown, 
with the ferocity of a tiger, east and west and 
south upon the peaceful border lands. Immedi- 
ately following a demand upon Belgium for free 
passage to France, — a demand that was most 
hypocritically made because it was known that 
Belgium would not and could not honorably 
accede to it, — that monstrous force of destruc- 
tion was hurled across the Belgian frontier. 
First Belgium, and then France, became the 
scene of indescribable atrocities such as all man- 


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kind outside of Germany had fondly hoped the 
world would never know again. 

It had been assumed by the other countries 
that Germany had approximately six million men 
subject to immediate call for military duty. And 
while France had ever since their war of 1870 
contemplated the some-time probability of being 
again compelled to meet her old-time foe in battle 
array, yet she felt reasonably secure in the belief 
that her four and one-quarter million of fighting 
men would be equal to the task, with Germany 
compelled to protect her eastern frontier in the 
event of a general war. It was, however, soon 
evident to all of the nations allied in defensive 
against the Teutonic hordes, that they were much 
stronger numerically than had been presupposed. 
It was later learned that for years Germany had 
been deliberately deceiving her neighbors, not 
only as to the numerical strength of her army, 
but as to the census of her population. 

Never in all the annals of modern warfare, 
since neutrality became a recognized principle of 
nations, has there been such an exhibition of the 
lack of national honor as Germany indulged in 
when she began her preparations for active war- 
fare on France, and incidentally on Belgium. 
Every moral obligation by which a nation could 
be bound should have impelled Germany to re- 
spect the neutrality of little Belgium. 

In 1839 Germany had entered into a written 
compact to respect the neutrality of Belgium un- 


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der all circumstances ; and again in 1907 she had 
subscribed to the agreements at the Hague Con- 
ference in which she agreed not to “violate the 
territory of any neutral state.” Yet, with these 
two solemn promises intervening, she deliberately 
violated the neutrality of Belgium under the pre- 
text of military necessity. And at the very hour 
that she was entering Belgium she was sending 
a note to the Swiss Confederation, in answer to 
a declaration of neutrality by that country, as 
follows : “The Imperial Government has taken 
notice of that declaration with sincere satisfac- 
tion, and feels assured that the Confederation, 
supported by its efficient army and the resolute 
will of the entire Swiss nation, will resist any 
violations of its neutrality.” 

She was demanding that Belgium allow her 
free access to attack France through her terri- 
tory, and in the same breath declaring to the 
Swiss Confederation that it must maintain strict 
neutrality, and defend its honor with its army 
and its entire nation, against ‘any possible attempt 
of France to attack Germany through Swiss ter- 
ritory. And a few days later she denounced 
China for permitting Japanese troops to pass 
over her territory to attack a German post in 
that far-away country. With Germany, neutral- 
ity meant expediency, and, in the language of 
one of her highest officials, treaties were but 
scraps of paper ; but with all other countries she 


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demanded strict adherence to the law of nations 
and the sacredness of treaties. 

But what a momentous day that fourth of Au- 
gust was in the beautiful capital of Belgium! 
King Albert, always beloved by his people, was 
now looked to as the very embodiment of the 
honor of his country, as he rode on horseback to 
the Parliament House to address the National 
Council and his people amid a scene that all knew 
only prefaced a modern war. And in concluding 
that speech he said : “I have faith in our destinies ; 
a country which is defending itself conquers the 
respect of all ; such a country does not perish !” 
And those were the words of a ruler who knew, 
perhaps better than any of his subjects, that in 
a few hours would begin a war that would lay 
his beloved country in ruins. What would have 
been his emotions could he have foreseen the 
horrible atrocities that even the civil population 
of his devoted country would be called upon to 
endure ? Would the mind of man have been strong 
enough, and brave enough, to have still refused 
entrance to that monstrous gray menace had he 
known all that was to follow? 

Belgium had but one hundred and seventeen 
thousand troops under arms when the attack 
began. Germany was throwing at least one mil- 
lion of the best trained fighting men in the world 
against her, and she accepted the challenge. And 
all the world knows the result. Has ever such 


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supreme devotion to national honor been seen 
since the Spartans met the Medes in the pass of 
Thermopylae? The first strong resistance was 
at the City of Liege. Here the heroic little army 
held the Germans for a period of ten days ; but 
finally the Belgian forts were battered down, 
and in the last dreadful bombardment the Bel- 
gians discovered the perfidy of Germany’s most 
formidable ally. She was served with a decla- 
ration of war by Austria just as Liege was being 
taken ; and upon the surrender of that city 
learned for the first time that it was Austrian 
heavy artillery that had been battering down her 
fortresses for more than a week. Truly a proper 
ally for Germany under all the conditions. An- 
other Teutonic peril. 

And then ensued six weeks of horror such as 
has never been visited upon a people in all the 
world’s history. Fighting against terrible odds 
in numbers day and night, the brave Belgians 
saw city after city taken by that ever-advancing 
horde, and, not satisfied with the usual destruc- 
tion of a siege, burned to the ground after sur- 
render. Death and destruction reigned on every 
hand, and, to quote the language of one Belgian 
writer, Belgium became one common grave- 
yard. But ever and with it all the noble King 
Albert fought at the head of his brave troops, 
waiting and praying for the relief that he hoped 
might come before his entire country had become 
a waste of desolation. And no nation in all the 


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world has so much cause for gratitude ana ven- 
eration toward their king and his queen as the 
brave little country that first stood the full force 
of that horrible drive. No sooner had the King 
placed himself at the head of his army than 
Queen Elizabeth donned the garb of the war 
nurse and took charge of the care of the wounded 
soldiers as they were carried back by thousands 
to the field hospitals. Hospitals that would no 
more than be located and ready for operation 
than word would come that the Germans were 
near, and a move farther to the rear must be 
made. 

France called out her entire army, but was 
compelled to meet two other German armies as 
large as the one that attacked Belgium, while 
giving that nation all the support that she could ; 
and with the first invasion of French soil the 
same kind of warfare that had been visited upon 
Belgium became the order of the day in France. 
Ruthless destruction of private property and 
civilian life was carried out wherever the Ger- 
man army advanced upon French territory. Eng- 
land came in with a small force, all that she had 
at immediate command, and this she augmented 
by some four hundred thousand from her colo- 
nies and foreign dominions; and began the rais- 
ing of an army of millions under the direction 
of the veteran Kitchener. Belgium’s devoted lit- 
tle army, increased as it had been by practically 
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reduced to a few thousands, and her brave King 
Albert found himself master of but a few square 
miles of his once prosperous and happy country. 
Hundreds of thousands of the steadily advanc- 
ing German legions they killed, and still they 
came in undiminished force and ferocity. And 
the world then knew that Germany must have 
had, subject to immediate call, more nearly eight 
millions of armed men, and that she threw them 
all into that maelstrom of death and destruction 
which she had so ruthlessly created for the selfish 
increase of her own temporal power upon the 
earth. 

Then it was that devoted Belgium and bleed- 
ing France began to look with longing appeal to 
the great and prosperous republic on the western 
hemisphere. Then it was that the prayer of the 
midnight sentry, as he stood among the graves 
of his fallen comrades, went up to the star- 
bedecked heavens in stoic but earnest appeal for 
succor, while yet succor might save. Then it 
was that whole armies prayed in concert for the 
relief that they knew America, and America 
only, could provide. And finally the United 
States of America answered, with her citizen 
armies of millions of patriotic men, fresh from 
the marts and mills, the forums and the farms, 
all determined to lay down their lives if need be, 
to make certain that the world should ever after 
be free from Prussian piracy. And the race of 
the Hohenzollern was forever run. 



EARL KITCHENER 
Horatio Herbert Kitchener : 

Born June 24, 1850, at Crotter House, Ballylingford, County 
Kerry, Ireland. Enlisted in the ranks in the British Army in 
1871. Served in all the foreign campaigns of the British legions 
until he finally rose to the rank of field-marshal, which he held 
at the beginning of the World War, as well as an earldom which 
had been conferred upon him for distinguished military service. 
Was made secretary of war on the beginning of hostilities with 
Germany, and immediately began preparations for the raising of 
immense armies by Great Britain. He was one of only two men 
in all England who appeared to appreciate the enormity of the 
task before Great Britain, for he at once expressed the opinion 
that the war would last four years, and insisted upon commen- 
surate preparation. On June 5, 1916, he started on a diplomatic 
mission to Petrograd, and when off the Orkney Islands his ship, 
the cruiser Hampshire, came in contact with a mine and was 
sunk with all on board. 






THE VANGUARD 


We can not stand idly by, they said, 

While men and women are dying. 

While the soil of a faithful land runs red 
With the blood of a peaceful people, shed 
By the murderous horde the tyrant led ; — 

And babes in torture are lying. 

’Tis enough to know that the blood of man , 

Is shed by the Ghouls in Gray. 

That a faithful nation has made its stand, 
Where the Beast of Prey and his godless band, 
With their ravage of death and the firebrand, 
Come tramping in endless array. 

Sufficient to know that the Hounds of Hate 
Have carried the torch to the mine. 

And enough to know that a martyred state 
Is nobly bearing the monstrous weight 
Of the ravenous pack without abate, 

From its kennels beyond the Rhine. 

’Twas the blood of the Anglo-Saxon cried 
To the brother across the sea. 

From the ground where it flowed a fulsome tide ; 
Where the flower of Britain’s manhood died ; — 
Where the faith in the living God was tried ; — 
Where the revel of death ran free. 

Then all hail to the men who, one by one, 

First hearkened the call of the blood ! 

The noble Vanguard from the Western Sun ; 

The American men who carried the gun 
With their British brothers against the Hun, 
’Midst the roll of the crimson flood. 

1918. 


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Immediately upon Great Britain’s entering 
the World War which the Germans began in 
1914, many valiant American citizens, incensed 
at the atrocities committed by the Huns in Bel- 
gium and France, began enlisting in British units 
every place in the world where such units were 
being formed. More than twenty-five thousand 
enlisted direct from the United States in the 
Canadian forces, and other thousands joined the 
British forces in Australia, South Africa, India 
and the other British possessions. 

Upon entering the fighting zone with the Brit- 
ish troops they were subjected to more or less 
good-natured bantering over the fact that the 
United States was not then in the war, nor ap- 
parently preparing to come in. For every jibe 
they received it is said that they only fought the 
harder, and stoutly asserted that America would 
be in before it was finished, and always insisted 
that they had just “come on ahead to sort o’ look 
the situation over.” And from this they were 
dubbed “The Vanguard.” 

The alacrity with which English-speaking men 
of American birth all over the world responded 
to the call of humanity by enlisting in the British 
units must furnish food for reflection when we 
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recall that for nearly one hundred and fifty years 
the general feeling of the people of the United 
States toward England had not been especially 
friendly. Little or no attention had been paid to 
seeing that the real facts surrounding the war of 
the American Revolution were recorded in our 
American histories, in so far as those facts re- 
lated to the position of the real English people 
with regard to that war. In fact we now can see, 
at this late date, what appears to have been, to 
say the least, an unwarranted inclination to elimi- 
nate much from our histories that should, and 
would, have brought these only two English- 
speaking peoples on the earth closer together for 
many generations past. 

For instance, it might have been recorded in 
our histories of general use that at the time of, 
and for some time previous to, the beginning of 
the Revolutionary War the English nation was 
ruled by a king so thoroughly German that he 
could barely speak the English language; for 
such, in reality, was King George III. It might 
also have been recorded that behind the ruling 
power of England at that time was to be found 
the baleful influence of the Teutonic dynasty, 
over which Frederick the Great had been ruling 
for sixty-four years when the fires of a national 
spirit were kindled in America. It might have 
been recorded that during all of that period the 
end to which that great German Emperor had 
been working was the control of other nations 


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through German influence, when possible, and 
German conquest when necessary. And it might 
have been made plain that if there was any one 
thing that this German monarch desired less than 
all others, it was the liberation of the American 
colonies entrenched upon a continent safe from 
European interference, and where the ultimate 
growth of a great nation was inevitable. 

It might also, in perfect consistence with truth, 
have been recorded in our histories that the posi- 
tion of the British government toward the Amer- 
ican colonies was never supported by the masses 
of the English people, and the reasons made 
plain for that lack of support of the people in 
time of war. The only instance of its kind in 
English history for several centuries at least. It 
is true that in most of our histories there is to be 
found a few lines mentioning the position of 
William Pitt in the House of Commons, and also 
a very brief mention of the fact that the British 
government was compelled to hire Hessian sol- 
diers to aid in the attempted conquest of the 
colonists. But such recitals have at all times been 
exceedingly limited. 

What we should have had made clear to us 
long ago, and what we know now, is that the real 
English people were never in control of their 
government during any part of the Revolutionary 
period, and had not been for some time prior 
thereto. We now know that through fictitious 
elections from boroughs that existed only in 


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name their Parliament was continually packed 
with personal representatives of the foreign- 
inspired king ; and that the will of the people was 
at no time indicated by the government that pre- 
tended to represent them. And we know also 
that this feeling was not by any means confined 
to the common people. It might have been made 
plain to us long ago that in addition to the speech 
of William Pitt in Parliament, of which bare 
mention is always made, there were many of the 
British noblemen of the old English families who 
refused to engage in what they considered an 
unholy war against their own blood and kinship. 
And it could have been related that such men as 
Sir Geoffrey Amherst, General Conway, Lord 
Frederick Cavendish, the Earl of Effingham, and 
many others of a like position in England at that 
time, resigned their commissions as generals in 
the British army rather than join in a war against 
the American colonies. And to have made the 
position of the common people entirely plain, it 
might have been related that when the Earl of 
Effingham resigned his commission from the 
army he was presented with a be jeweled sword 
by the corporate city of London, representing all 
the people, as a testimonial of their approval of 
his course. Will it be seriously contended that 
any of these historical facts are not germane to 
the history of the American Revolution ? 

It may be conceded that but few of the brave 
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the outset of the war knew any of these historical 
facts ; but they knew that in Belgium and France 
there was a little British army battling against 
fearful odds alongside the heroes of the other 
nations then bleeding and dying for the cause of 
humanity. They knew that hundreds of thou- 
sands of other men of Old England and her 
colonies were zealously preparing to offer their 
lives in battle against brutal autocracy of the sort 
that stops at no means to accomplish its ends. 
And they saw men all over the world, speaking 
their language and thinking their thoughts, gath- 
ering and preparing to avenge the wanton de- 
struction of women and children in a war for 
conquest. Little cause for wonder, then it is, that 
they felt the call of the blood, and breathed the 
breath of battle from afar. It was nothing less 
than the same spirit that flowed in the language 
of Pitt when he said on the floor of the House 
of Commons: “Sir, I rejoice that America has 
resisted. Three millions of people so dead to all 
the feelings of liberty as voluntarily to submit to 
be slaves would have been fit instruments to 
make slaves of all the rest.” 


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MAJOR-GENERAL CASTELNAU 

N. M. J. E. Curicres de Castelnau : 

Born in 1851 at Saint Affrique, Aveyron, in the south center 
of France. He has spent most of his life in the French army, 
and at the beginning of the World War was placed in command 
of the second army, to which fell the Lorraine campaign in which 
he successfully defended and saved Nancy from capture by the 
Germans. General Foch, later field-marshal and supreme com- 
mander, was his second in command in this campaign and the 
defense of Nancy. General Castelnau has the distinction of being 
the only French officer in command of an army at the beginning 
of the war who held his status throughout the war. All others 
were replaced, either by promotion or demotion, sooner or later. 
He had two sons killed in the fighting of 1914, and another later. 



THE SUPREME SACRIFICE’ 


Weep not for him who fell on Honor’s field; — 
For him who served his country in its need. 

Far better gaze with pride on Valor’s shield, 
Where Honor wrote his name that all may 
read. 

Bow not in grief for him now gone before, 

If for the Nation’s life he gave his all. 

His name is now inscribed on Honor’s score 
In shining light : “He answered Duty’s call.” 

Could you call back the one who paid the price 
Of everlasting life ’midst heroes’ fame ; — 

His, then, in truth would be the sacrifice. 

For him the loss would be a hero’s name. 

A name, to which the Nation now must give 
The highest honors due a nation’s dead. 

A soldier’s name, to shine whilst ages live; — 

A beacon light, by future ages read. 

There falls but rarely to the lot of man 

That boon which chivalry, through ages gone, 

Didst give to knightly blood, and warrior clan : — 
The right to die, that others might live on. 

Did not the Christ ascend the cross to save 
The souls of all mankind while time shall last? 

Should we not envy, then, the man who gave 
His life, that life to come be brighter cast? 

That thing which we call Life is but one link 
In Destiny’s great chain of mortal strand; 

And he who stood with stout heart at the brink, 
And gazed clear-eyed adown its chasms grand, 

Hath done the best that mortal man can do. 
Then drop no tear for him whom history’s 
page 

Shall blazon wide his name the ages through. 
His was not sacrifice; — but Honor’s wage! 

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From the time when mankind first began to 
gather into communities, and to make common 
cause of defense and offense for the common 
good, it has been considered that the highest 
degree of honor lies in dying for one’s coun- 
try that its people might be made safe from 
some menacing danger. Recorded history goes 
not far enough into antiquity to reach that point 
where sacrifice of the life of the soldier for his 
country was not heralded among the people as 
a boon to be envied by those less fortunate; and 
where that honor was not reflected upon the 
family of the fallen patriot to a degree very 
highly appreciated by his nation. 

This spirit of devotion to one’s country, in 
olden times very often prompted men to perform 
acts of heroism which we, at this later date, are 
quite prone to regard as bordering closely upon 
the fanatic; and that conclusion is often ac- 
. counted for by our living in a period when acts 
of a like nature are rarely demanded. Heroism 
we may recognize in the act of some person in 
an emergency, wonder at it perhaps for a time, 
and the incident soon becomes only a memory. 
Patriotism, it is to be regretted, is a spirit or 
sentiment that seems to require warfare or some 
great national menace to stimulate it to activity. 
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We in America have for many years been quite 
too much inclined to consider our patriotic du- 
ties performed when we celebrated Washington’s 
and Lincoln’s birthdays in some fitting manner, 
and a little while later attended a memorial serv- 
ice for the heroes of our past wars, and then 
rounded out the annual program with a display 
of fireworks on the Fourth of July. Far too 
many of us have been growing more and more 
inclined each year to limit our patriotic activities 
to this extent. 

Our country was once menaced by a deter- 
mination upon the part of a large portion of its 
people to secede from the Union and set up a 
separate government. This could only mean that 
the greatest republic in the world would become 
a minor power among the nations of the earth. 
Unthinking persons would say, under such con- 
ditions as existed in the days of proposed seces- 
sion : “Why should we go to war, and kill one 
another in battle just because some particular 
state insists upon leaving our Union of states? 
Why should we not let it go its way in peace, 
and save thousands of lives and millions of dol- 
lars that we must lose if we go to war?” But 
this solution of that great and grave question 
never occurred to the patriotic men of the North 
when Fort Sumter was fired upon. 

The only fact that appealed to them was that 
the unity of their beloved country was in danger, 


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that the nation of their forefathers, the nation 
of their birth, and the nation of their children 
and their children’s children, was being im- 
periled; that their children, for whose future 
they were responsible, might be compelled to 
live under a second-rate government, degraded 
among the nations of the earth, and that the old 
flag that had stood so long for all that Freedom 
means in its fullest degree, was about to be shorn 
of its luster among the banners of the world’s 
nations. This was enough, and no more was 
needed to light the fires of patriotism among the 
people of the North. Everywhere men from all 
walks of life deserted the daily routine of citi- 
zenship, and went forth to sacrifice their lives 
that their posterity might continue to live in a 
country and under a flag to which no other na- 
tion dare point the finger of scorn. And it is 
to these men that we have been doing honor on 
Memorial Day. 

So long had we been living at peace with all 
the world, that many well-informed people, both 
at home and abroad, had become convinced that, 
as a nation, we were fast becoming decadent in 
national spirit, and that the fires of patriotism 
could never again be kindled in the hearts of 
our people as in the days of old. Many ascribed 
this supposed condition to the large influx of 
foreign-born population that had come to us in 
the last three decades, but reckoned without jus- 
tice to the hundreds of thousands of such who 


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had come to our shores seeking a haven of lib- 
erty where real patriotism might find apprecia- 
tion by a government not ruled by kings. So 
convinced were the Germans of the American 
decadence in patriotism that they never seriously 
considered us as a factor when they were pre- 
paring for the Great World War. But no greater 
mistake was ever made with regard to any 
people. 

When the full force of the situation became 
clear to the people of America, and the full im- 
port of Germany’s brutal plan of world aggres- 
sion became apparent to all, then, with the Amer- 
ican fireside and the American institutions in 
danger, the spirit of 1776 and 1861 was again 
fired in 1917. Then again as in 1776, North and 
South, one country under one flag, the loyal 
Americans flocked to the colors that had flown 
to the breezes of this land of liberty for one 
hundred and forty-one years. Those brave men 
went out to battle in the cause of humanity, 
knowing full well that for many of them it meant 
the supreme sacrifice to which a man may be 
called ; to die that others who come after them 
may live to enjoy the blessings of freedom. Has 
the great plan of creation accorded to man a 
more glorious ending? Was it not for this that 
the Man of Nazareth ascended the cross, and 
with the gates of eternity opening before Him, 
said: “Father, forgive them, for they know not 
what they do”? The English journalist who 


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coined the phrase, “the supreme sacrifice,” early 
in the Great War as a synonym for death in bat- 
tle, had the fullest conception of its meaning. 

And the French officer who stood at the graves 
of Privates Enright, Gresham and Hay, the first 
Americans to fall in American uniform on the 
soil of France in the cause of humanity, poured 
out the feeling of the distressed but appreciative 
Soul of France, when he spoke the following: 

“Men ! These graves, the first to be dug in 
our national soil, and but a short distance from 
the enemy, are as a mark of the mighty land we 
and our allies firmly cling to in the common task, 
confirming the will of the people and the army 
of the United States to fight with us to the finish, 
ready to sacrifice as long as it is necessary until 
final victory for the most noble of causes, that 
of the liberty of nations, the weak as well as the 
mighty. Thus the deaths of these humble sol- 
diers appear to us with extraordinary grandeur. 
We will, therefore, ask that the mortal remains 
of these young men be left here, left with us 
forever. We inscribe on their tombs, ‘Here lie 
the first soldiers of the Republic of the United 
States to fall on the soil of France for liberty 
and justice.’ The passer-by will stop and uncover 
his head. The travelers and men of heart will 
go out of their way to come here to pay their 
respective tributes. Private Enright, Private 
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I thank you. God receive your souls ! Fare- 
well !” 

It is, perhaps, safe to say that in no other war 
in the world’s history have there been so many 
acts of individual heroism and self-sacrifice by 
soldiers in the line of duty. But it is also true 
that in no other war of modern times have there 
been so many men engaged in active service at 
one time. And in no other war have there been 
such tremendous forces of men and machinery 
utilized for the awful purpose of the destruction 
of mankind. The pacifist will say, and has said, 
that it should not have been done. That it was 
wrong to go to war. And that all of the other 
nations should have permitted Germany to run 
her course without interference, and left her 
retribution to the law of destiny. But to have 
done so would have stopped the progress of civ- 
ilization, and to have turned back the hands of 
time to the Middle Ages, when, with might and 
power alone considered, war was made solely to 
enhance the worldly power and increase the ter- 
ritory of the successful warring nation. 

There can be no doubt whatever that this was 
the purpose of the German government, and not 
to have combatted that purpose with all the men 
and all the force that civilization could command, 
would have been a crime for which posterity in 
future centuries would never have forgiven the 
men of to-day. It was for this reason that mil- 


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lions of men, who had been accustomed to lead- 
ing peaceful lives, freely gave up their tranquil 
existence and went where they well knew that 
lives without number would be sacrificed. It can 
not be said that men go to war under stress of 
excitement, or to be doing what others are doing, 
or because of a desire for novel experience. To 
say that is an arraignment of the motives of a 
patriotic soldier that should be resented in his 
behalf wherever it is spoken. 

Men go to war in masses only for two reasons : 
Either because of a patriotic principle greater to 
them than life itself, or for some mercenary or 
selfish motive that seems, to a perverted mind, 
worthy of the risk attendant upon the service 
they are asked to engage in. But it will be 
asked: “What induced the millions of Germans 
to engage in a war that all the rest of the world 
believes was started for selfish and mercenary 
motives? Can it be that men in such numbers 
could be induced to lay down their lives freely 
for mercenary motives only?” 

Perhaps not, were they free moral agents, as 
we know freedom under a constitutional form 
of government, where the people are given free 
rein to think for themselves. But it must be 
remembered that for generations these men and 
their ancestors had been mentally trained and 
molded for just such an emergency. And so it 
was that when the time came for the stroke that 
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lieve was to make Germany the ruler of the 
world, and all other nations mere vassals, the 
lure of world power appealed to the average 
German more strongly than his sense of right 
and wrong. And for this ever-present lure, that 
had been dangled before their perverted mental 
vision for generations, the German people went 
in masses to a slaughter that, in a better cause, 
might have been termed a supreme sacrifice. 

But what of the men of Belgium? What of 
the heroic Frenchmen, who had been contemplat- 
ing the inevitable for forty-four years, knowing 
that it must come sooner or later? What of the 
brave Englishmen, who could have easily re- 
mained on their own side of the Channel and 
watched the conflagration burn itself out? What 
of the courageous Russians and Italians, who 
went to the support of little Serbia when to go 
meant the hardest demands that can be made 
upon a nation? And what of our own heroic 
American boys who, while safe three thousand 
miles away, yet crossed the broad ocean with its 
lurking dangers, and took their places in that 
line on the side of humanity? 

Those men of Belgium and France, who first 
took their places in battle formation on their own 
frontiers, well knew that they were to meet the 
greatest fighting machine that years of careful 
training and the expenditure of fabulous sums 
of money could produce. None knew so well as 
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against; but Duty called, and it was “theirs but 
to do or die.” The human mind and the lan- 
guage of man becomes impotent when one at- 
tempts to describe that scene at the battle of 
Liege, the first real test of strength between the 
Belgian and the German armies. 

There before them, moving with relentless 
force and precision upon their devoted land, came 
that great gray army of war-crazed beings shout- 
ing their “Deutschland iiber alles and vying 
with one another to be first to kill and destroy. 
And behind them lay their once peaceful homes, 
the firesides of their childhood, and their wives 
and children, their mothers and their sweet- 
hearts, awaiting in terror the time when that 
avalanche of horror could be stayed no longer. 
No mind can comprehend that scene ; and attempt 
to describe it is futile. But there, as men have 
done through all the ages, and as they did at 
Ypres, Verdun, the Somme and the battle of the 
Marne, men laid down their lives upon the altar 
of their nation’s shrine, regretting only that they 
had but one life to give for home and country. 
There the world again saw, in its purest sense, 
the Supreme Sacrifice. 



THE CATHEDRAL OF RHEIMS 
(As It Was) 

Erected early in the thirteenth century. Dimensions: 466 feet 
in length, 99 feet in width, and 144 feet in height. The finest 
piece of Gothic architecture of its size in existence. All the re- 
sources of decoration have been prodigally employed in its con- 
struction from time to time. In this cathedral all of the monarchs 
of France, from Philippe Auguste to Charles X, were crowned, 
with the exception of Henry IV, Napoleon I and Louis XVIIL 



RHEIMS, THE MONUMENT 


Oh, Rheims, thou grim and ghastly wreck 
Of all that once was grand and glorious ! 

Upon thee now the sunbeams fleck ; — 

A mark of ruin — still victorious. 

Nay, more, thou loomest gray and silent, 

A monument to stand through time ; 

Lest worlds forget that brutal tyrant, — 

The sponsor for this Hunnish crime. 

Where once was teeming pride, and glory; — 
Where monarchs bowed, and prelates reigned ; 

The rooks and bats now tell the story 
Of cruel hatred unrestrained. 

Keep well this waste, for time eternal, 

To greet the gaze of future man; — 

That none forget the fiends infernal, 

Who ravished here a peaceful land. 

’Tis well that hand of man shall never 
Do aught to change the scene now bare, — 

A gaunt and glaring mark forever.; — 

An endless proof : “The Hun was here !” 

1918 . 


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THE CATHEDRAL OF RHEIMS 
(As It Is) 

With consistent and systematic ferocity the German gunners 
shelled this splendid edifice every day during the war whenever 
their artillery was near enough to reach it with their longest 
range guns. It is reported that for months at a time they 
dropped precisely the same number of shells on the cathedral 
each day, thus demonstrating beyond a doubt their diabolical 
determination to destroy it as a continuous object lesson of their 
wonderful devastating ability. Should it not now remain un- 
touched forever, a lasting monument to a nation's degradation? 



— Courtesy of the British Embassy. 

VISCOUNT FRENCH 

Sir John Denton Pinkstone French: 

Born September 28, 1852, at Ripplevale, Ripple Kent, Eng- 
land, and began his service for his country by joining H. M. 
S. Britannia in 1866, serving as navel cadet and midshipman. 
He entered the British army in 1874 and served in the Soudan 
campaigns with signal distinction. Was made a brigadier-general 
in 1897, and promoted to major-general in 1899, with command 
of the cavalry forces in the South African campaigns. He was 
elevated to the rank of general in 1907, and to field-marshal in 
1913; and when the World War began was placed in command of 
the British Expeditionary Forces sent to France in August of 
1914. He served in that position until 1915, when he was placed 
in command of the army in England and made lieutenant-gen- 
eral of Ireland, which positions he held to the end of the war. 



ENGLAND 

Gerald Massey 


There she sits in her Island-Home, 

Peerless among her peers ! 

And Liberty oft to her arms doth come, 

To ease its poor heart of tears. 

Old England still throbs with the muffled fire 
Of a past she can never forget : 

And again shall she herald the world up higher ; 
For there’s life in the Old Land yet. 

They would mock at her now, who of old looked 
forth 

In their fear as they heard her afar ; 

But loud will their wails be, O Kings of the 
Earth ! 

When the Old Land goes down to the war. 
The Avalanche trembles, half -launched and half- 
riven, 

Her voice will in motion set : 

O ring out the tidings, wide-reaching as Heaven ! 
There’s life in the Old Land yet. 

The old nursing Mother’s not hoary yet, 

There is sap in her ancient tree : 

She lifteth a bosom of glory yet, 

Through her mists, to the Sun and the Sea — 
Fair as the Queen of Love, fresh from the foam, 
Or a star in a dark cloud set ; 

Ye may blazon her shame, — ye may leap at her 
name, — 

But there’s life in the Old Land yet. 

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Let the storm burst, you will find the Old Land 
Ready-ripe for a rough, red fray ! 

She will fight as she fought when she took her 
stand 

For the Right in the olden day. 

Rouse the old royal soul ; Europe’s best hope 
Is her sword-edge for Victory set ! 

She shall dash Freedom’s foes down death’s 
bloody slope; 

For there’s life in the Old Land yet. 


THE SOUL OF BRITANNIA 


There is life in the Old Land yet! 

And, ye Gods ! How she stood the test ! 

With the earth’s bosom reekingly wet 
From the blood of Old Britain’s best. 

When the Flower of Belgium lay crushed, 
Then the Soul, as of old, throbbed its fire ; 

And when Liberty’s voice was near hushed, 
Then Britannia’s soul flamed the higher. 

There is life in the Old Land yet ! 

Aye ! The life of the noble and true ! 

And the. scourge of the tyrant was met 
As life’s noblemen only can do. 

And when France, in her glory, stood fast, 
While her life’s blood ran streamingly red; 

Then the glory of Britain’s bright past 
Shone again o’er the field with her dead. 

And America’s sons should be told 

The full truth of the time when we fought 

For our liberty, bravely and bold ; — 

And the soul of Old England distraught, 

With the agony born of the day 

When the Prussian, with basest design, 

Sought to broaden the despotic sway 
Of his empire over the Rhine. 

There was life in the Old Land then ! 

Though Teutons intrigued with its throne. 

And the Soul of Britannia quickened when 
Our Columbia came into her own. 

And history’s page in the future must give 
To the Saxon blood o’er the great sea 

Full credit, that Pitt and his peers may live 
In the hearts of the Brave and the Free. 
1918. 


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Courtesy of the British Embassy. 

FIELD-MARSHAL HAIG 


Sir Douglas Haig: 

Born June 19, 1861, at Cameron Bridge, Fife, Scotland, and 
came of one of the old Scotch military families of Great Britain. 
He began his long military career by joining the British army, 
taking a commission in the Hussars in 1885. He saw service in 
the Soudan campaigns in 1898, and in the South African war, 
where he was accredited with splendid military sagacity as a 
commander. In 1903 he was inspector-general of cavalry in In- 
dia, and was promoted to major-general in 1904. He was again 
promoted to lieutenant-general in 1910, and in 1914 was given 
the rank of general and command of the first British army in 
the Flanders campaigns of 1914 and 1915. He was made a field- 
marshat in 1915 and given command of the entire British army 
in France when Sir John French was relieved of that position 
and placed in command of the forces in England. He led the 
forces of Great Britain in all their brilliant successes from 1915 
to the end of the war. 


THE BATTLE OF THE MARNE 


Onward, and onward, the gray hordes came, 
’Mid crash of cannon, and flash of flame; 

And dark, and darker, the heavens grew, 

As nearer, and nearer, the battle drew 
To the fated city beyond the Marne. 

There were the homes of the valiant men 
Who fought the foe in that shamble-pen ; — 
Fighting, and fighting, when hope was gone ; 
Bleeding, and dying, — they still fought on ; 
Dying, — their hearth-stones to save from harm. 

Loud the hoarse battle-cry swept the line : 
“Remember Liege, and our babes behind! 

Strike for the honor of France to-day! 

Forget not Belgium’s women who lay 
Where the trail of the beast has led ! 

“Strike, as ye hope for Heaven above ! 

Strike, in the name of the mother-love ! 

Strike, for the virtue of innocent maid ! 

Strike, for the dead that the foe has laid ! 

Strike, for the blood of patriots shed !” 

Bravely they fought in that seething hell, 

Where the flower of France like heroes fell. 
Where the soul of man was tried that day, 

With a lust to kill and a will to slay ; — 

And that crushing wave still rolling down. 

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The field lay deep with that gray-clad crew ; 
And the day wore on, as they slew and slew ; 
With yet no end to the ghoulish clan 
That swept down out of that blighted land 
Where all the vices of hell abound. 

Deeper, and darker, the war-clouds rolled, 
While red blood darkened the reeking mold. 
They killed and killed, until reason reeled 
At sight of the dead that piled the field; — 
And they still saw the gray horde advance. 

Like grass from sickle they saw them fall, 

As machine-guns raked that dense gray wall ; 
Killing, till the streams ran red with blood, 
And soil was soaked with the sanguine flood 
That was shed for the honor of France. 

But the God of Hosts looked down at last, 
When the hope of France was ebbing fast; 
And the tide was stemmed by will of man, 
With Jehovah’s mystic unseen hand, 

When Foch’s center advanced again. 

And Paris was saved in that frightful hour, 
When the craven foe was forced to cower 
Before the legions advancing then ; 

And the Soul of France grew brighter when 
That charge was made by the brave Petain. 
1918 . 


THE BATTLE OF THE MARNE (1914) 





— Courtesy of La Section des Missions Artistiques, etc., of the French Republic. 

FIELD-MARSHAL HENRI PETAIN 
(Center of Group) 

Henri Philippe Bcnoni Omer Joseph Petain: 

Born April 24, 1856, at Cauchy la Tour (Pas de Calais), and 
entered the French army for a lifework at an early age. From 
1904 to 1910 he was an instructor in infantry tactics at the staff 
college, with the rank of major, and had been advanced to the 
rank of colonel when the German attack took place. His first 
assignment in the defensive army was in command of the Fourth 
Brigade in August of 1914. In September of 1914 he was in 
command of a division and in October was at the head of an 
army corps. In May of 1915 he was placed at the head of one 
of the French armies, and in April of 1916 reached the high 
command of one of the “groups” of the French armies. He was 
appointed chief of the general staff in April of 1917, and again 
promoted May 15, 1917, to commander-in-chief of all the French 
forces, which position he held to the signing of the armistice. 
He was made field-marshal in November of 1918. Marshal Petain 
directed the French and Allied forces in the Artois, Champagne 
and Verdun campaigns, and it was his division which, by a sud- 
den advance, broke the German advance and turned it into a 
retreat at the first battle of the Marne. 



FOR THE HONOR OF ITALY ! 


’Twas ages past, that savage horde 
From out the Alpine passes poured; 

With blood-lust wild, a brutish band 
That came to scourge a peaceful land, 
Where fair Noreian plain lay, free 
Beside the Adriatic sea. 

There Roman culture fell before 
The pond’rous club the pagan bore; 

As soldier, serf and serving slave 
Their impious prayer to Odin gave : 

To fall there fighting in the van, 

Or live to kill a fellow man ! 

And still these savage vandals came, 

With bloody conquest sole their aim ; 
While orphaned childhood sorely wept 
For fathers who in cold death slept, 
Where lay the course of carnage red 
Those demons of the North had spread. 

That bloody deluge came, and went ; 

And on through Gaul its fury spent, 
While once more, from her salten bed, 
The brave Venetia reared her head. 
And Latins then forever learned 
How rights of man the Teuton spurned. 

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’Twas then the Latin, once for all, 

Knew that beyond the Julian Wall 
There always lurked a menace dire, 
Prepared to rush with sword and fire, 
Through Piro’s pass to burn and slay 
Where’er man dared contest the way. 

Thenceforth the Roman’s watchful eye 
Was cast to those bleak ranges, high 
Above the Trentin’s verdant fields; 

And ever blessed that mountain shield, 
Which God’s fair plan had set between 
The vandals and those valleys green. 

But ever in that frozen north, 

With legions ready to break forth, 

They bred their red-fanged baying pack, 
And taught them how to nose the track 
Where Hapsburg hounds led on the chase 
That wound to Carso’s peaceful face. 

And Romans saw, with northward gaze, 
Always that sword of Damocles 

Poised there atop those mountains high ; 
And heard, from out that Alpine sky, 
The scream of that Black Eagle’s brood 
Whose aerie ’fouled the mountain’s hood. 

But one time, only, treason stained 
Venetia’s shield in that domain; 

And that when faithless “Goritz” sold 
A birthright for the Hapsburg gold; — 
The foul plot that first broke the way 
For all that curse of Teuton sway ! 



— Courtesy of Royal Italian Embassy. 

GENERAL DIAZ 
General Armando Diaz: 

Born October 6, 1861, in the city of Naples, in Italy. Received 
his military education in the College of Annuziatella, which is 
the oldest military school in Italy, but from that school entered 
the Military Academy of Turin, where he graduated in 1881 with 
a commission as second lieutenant of artillery. When Italy 
entered the World War he was placed in command of a division, 
and he and his division did signally brilliant military execution, 
especially at the battles of the Carso. In November of 1917, he 
was made generalissimo of the Italian army. 



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From thence it is that history’s page 
Records the blast of Austrian rage 
That fell to suffering Italy’s fate, 

As Slav and Teuton vied to sate 
Their lust for blood and brutal greed, 
Where once thrived Roman culture’s seed. 

Through ages laid that yoke of steel ; 
Through cycles pressed the tyrant’s heel ; 
But foul oppression ne’er could kill 
Italia’s brave sons’ iron will; 

And despot’s rule could not efface 
The spirit of that noble race. 

There Liberty’s bright beacon-light 
Still shone from ev’ry mountain height. 
From tow’ring Tyrol east her ray 
Flashed fair upon Quarnero Bay; 

And patriots prayed to speed the hour 
That once should end the tyrant’s power ! 

Then came the day when all the world, 
Aghast, saw that black flag unfurled, 
Before which “nations all must quail, 
Or feel that iron fist of mail.” 

Then came the Latins to their own, 

As bright the Soul of Italy shone. 

’Twas then brave Italy met the test, — 
Her noble manhood at its best ; 

When Roman courage, as of old, 
Flamed in the hearts of warriors bold. 
’Twas then the Hunnish brigand found 
That Honor could be honor bound ! 


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Full well she knew the tempest fierce, 

That soon her nation’s soul would pierce ; 
But Latins freely bared the breast 
For human rights by Hun oppressed; 
And bleeding France new hope took on, 
When Italy crossed her Rubicon ! 

Then mothers in fair Istria prayed : 

Italian arms might ne’er be stayed 
Until the day their children might 
Gaze raptured on the glorious sight, 
When Italy’s royal standard flew 
In victory o’er that Hapsburg crew. 

And brave Trentino’s loyal sons 
Once more saw hope of freedom won ; 

As wives and sweethearts bade them go, 
And join their brothers there below, 
Where King Emmanuel’s forces formed 
To meet that bloody Austrian storm. 

Right well they met that foul attack ; 

Like Romans true, they drove them back ; 
Though thousands fell, to rise no more, 
From Carso to Piave’s shore; 

Where, fighting always, on and on, 

Sweet victory came when hope seemed gone. 

Once more that righteous edict spread 
On Honor’s shield, when Diaz said : 

“They shall not pass !” and Valor burned 
In shining light, for honors earned, 

The names of those brave men who cried : 
“Viva L’ Italia !” — and died. 

1919. 



A FRENCH PRIVATE SOLDIER GOING “OVER THE TOP” 


This actual photograph of a young French poilu, starting for 
another hand-to-hand grapple with the despoilers of his native 
land, and blithely hailing his comrades with a very unnecessary 
demand that they, too, “carry on,” shows the true spirit of the 
French common soldier. 



“WAITING FOR ZERO”* 


Waiting for Zero ! And who may say 
How the moods and passions of men give play, 
’Mid the racking strain of the fateful day 
That is set to go over the top ? 

With nerves all keyed to the ring of steel ; — 
With hell in the air till the heavens reel ; — 
Havoc and ruin in front on the field; — 

While about us the bursting shells drop. 

Waiting for Zero ! And who may know 
The thoughts of the man, as he waits to go 
Out in the open to grapple the foe, 

In the battle of hand-to-hand gage? 

Waiting, while shell-fire screams in the air; 
Waiting, while over, the rocket’s red glare 
Shows plain the massed foe awaiting us there. 
Oh, the waiting that covers an age ! 

Waiting for Zero ! ’Tis then we hear, 

As the roar of artillery smites the ear, 

The rollicking jest that challenges fear, 

As the face ’mid the grime blanches plain. 

’Waiting the word that will start us away, — 
“Over and at ’em,” and straight for the fray, — 
Grim and determined, and eager to slay, 

To the music of cannon’s refrain. 


*“Zero” is the sign, or signal, for advancing out of the 
trenches upon the enemy. 

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Waiting for Zero ! The welcome sign, 

That at last comes flashing along the line, 
Firing the blood like a powder mine, 

With a “Stand to! All out! Carry on!” 

Waiting for Zero ! The sign of fate ! 

Waiting, with nothing to do but just wait. 
Waiting, and waiting, and learning to hate ; — 
But we’re over the top now , — and gone! 
1918. 


TEUTONIC WAR 

We have felt the blast of battle, — 

Breathed the breath of poison gas ; 

We have heard machine-gun’s rattle,— 

Saw our comrades fall like grass. 

We have heard the deep-toned pealing 
Of the gun beyond the hill. 

That is war ! — But Gods ! the feeling 
For the children they have killed! 

Oh, my brothers ! can you hear the mothers pray- 
ing? 

They are praying for the children, still and 
dead. 

Hark ye ! brothers ! to the prayers that they are 
saying, 

As they kneel beside a mother’s blood-stained 
bed. 

We have walked where death was stalking, 
Grim and stark on every hand. 

We have watched the airplane’s mocking, 
Where the bursting shrapnel fanned. 


THE HERDING OF THE MOTHERS 


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We have heard the drumfire quicken, — 

Hell on earth, and in the air. 

That is war ! — but hearts grow sicken 
At the fate of maidens there. 

Can you hear the maidens moaning as they’re 
creeping 

O’er the clotted hearth-stone and the reddened 
sill? 

When the twilight deepens now we hear them 
weeping ; — 

Moaning, weeping, with a heart’s eternal chill. 

We have stood where shells came crashing, 
Thick and fast like hellish hail : 

We have slept while bombs were smashing, 
From the dark midnight assail. 

We have watched our comrades dying, 

O’er the field like sickled grain. 

That is war ! — but babes are crying 
For the mothers they have slain. 

Can you hear the children weeping, oh, my 
brothers ? 

Weeping, moaning, for the mothers who are 
gone? 

They are weeping, weeping, weeping for the 
mothers 

Whom they knew before the Hunnish horde 
came on. 


1918 . 


TOM SMITH AND HIS PUP 


This story is true in every detail of time, places and names. 

’Twas up on Cambrai front we lay, 

Where the Mounted Rifles had fought their way, 
That a baby came in the trench one night ; 

And he acted as though he had a right 
To stay there as long as the rest of us. 

So the Second adopted the little cuss. 

But ’twas Old Tom Smith that took the part 
Of the foster-father, right from the start ; 

And a loving parent Old Tom made, 

But a h — 1 of a looking nurs’ry maid. 

For Tom was certainly fifty and up, 

And the babe was a tiny Belgian pup. 

The mother came in from just “nowhere,” 

And the pups were born in the trenches there. 
We gave ’em a dugout we didn’t need, 

And rustled around for a little feed ; 

And it wasn’t long till the news got out : 

“The Second’s family is up and about.” 

There are lots of men as sour as sin, 

Who never indulge in a wholesome grin ; 

But against the world we all could stack 
Our own Tom Smith, the old lumber- jack. 

For the grouchiest man on top of earth 
You got in Tom Smith your money’s worth. 

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He hadn’t a chum in the whole outfit, 

And that didn’t worry Tom Smith one bit ; 

For there wasn’t a man, from Colonel down, 
That didn’t admire the gruff old hound. 

He was sour all day, and sore all night ; 

But, oh ye gods ! What a terror to fight ! 

And we all suspected that down below 
The crust of ill humor he tried to show 
There was lurking there the soul of a man , 

That might, on occasion, rise to command 
Respectful attention from all his mates ; 

And bring us to love, who inclined to hate. 

He jawed about everything in sight, 

And nothing that happened could be just right. 
He swore at the weather, and cussed the grub, 
And his temper was sweet like a grizzly cub. 

In all the world there was just one thing 
He worshiped, and that was General Byng. 

The family thrived with the best of care, 

For we found that they were getting a share 
Of Old Tom’s rations each time he drew; 

And some of us saw it, and chipped in too ; 

Till the orders came to advance again ; 

And we had to desert our family then. 

And Tom’s good nature was little improved, 

By the fact that the regiment had to move 
Just when the puppies had gotten the size 
To rustle around with their open eyes. 

And all that brought in Tom Smith with a swing 
Was the fact that the order came from Byng. 


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We left the family to shift there alone, 

For we had troubles enough of our own, 

Along with chasing the Deutscher Hound 
Out of the timber and out of the town. 

But they got too strong for us at the last, 

And we had to fall back the way we passed. 

We landed again on the same old line, 

Where we’d left the family doing so fine; 

And we all were exceedingly pleased to find 

That all of the family left behind 

Had stuck to the trenches like soldiers true, 

And were barking loudly for Belgium, too. 

And right away off, Tom Smith picked up 
The meanest, grouchiest, fightin’est pup 
In the whole outfit ; and we saw him then 
Head straight for his own particular den. 

And then the adoption was signed and sealed, 
Right there on the Cambrai battle-field. 

And from that time on, wherever Tom went, 
The odds were a hundred and ten per cent. 
That the pup was sure to be near about. 

And it wasn’t long till we all found out 

That the easiest way to start a row 

Was to fail to respect Tom Smith’s “bow-wow.” 

He made him a nest in his old knapsack, 

And the pup went along on Old Tom’s back 
Into every fight in that campaign. 

And the fact was soon to all of us plain 
That in a real fight, Tom Smith and his pet 
Were a mighty good pair to draw to yet. 


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But at last they got it, like all the rest ; 

And we thought that Old Tom had sure “gone 
west” ; 

For one day they slammed us a mess of gas, 

And it looked like Old Tom was sure to pass ; 
For we had to leave him and push the fight, 

With the pup tied up in his knapsack tight. 

But the Red Cross found him, dead to the world, 
With the pup in his knapsack snugly curled. 

But the little cuss had his head stuck out, 

And was viewing the landscape thereabout. 

So they carried him back with tender care. 

With the pup still safe in the knapsack there. 

And when Tom came back to the light of day, 
The very first thing that he had to say 
Was, “Where’s my pup?” And demanded they 
bring 

That pup right in, or he’d notify Byng. 

And if they didn’t he “never would stay 
In their darned old shack for another day.” 

And Tom and his pup, along with some more, 
Got Blighty, and headed for England’s shore. 
And he took in the sights of London Town, 

But he always carried that pup around. 

And when we left Buxton for Liverpool 
Old Tom and the pup were still on schedule. 

And just as the boat was ready to sail, 

I saw Tom Smith leaning over the rail ; 

And the pup was barking defiance loud 
At the friendly and noisy cheering crowd 
That was there to bid “Godspeed” on our way 
To the good old harbor in Brunswick Bay. 


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But you never heard of a rougher trip 
Than the one we made in that old troop ship. 

For the waves seemed to roll up mountain high, 
And some of us got sick enough to die. 

But through it Tom tramped the deck of that boat 
With the pup tucked under his overcoat. 

And the last we saw of our old comrade, 

When the parting came that is always sad, 

He was headed straight for the big pine wood, 
Still hugging his pup as close as he could. 

And we’d learned the lesson, in war’s combat, 
Full well, that “A man’s a man for a’ that.” 
1918. 


THE CHAPLAIN 


SCENE: IN A BRITISH DUGOUT 

SERGEANT HAWKINS: 

Captain, we sure have got the only chaplain in 
the bunch. 

He’s hard as nuts at Christmas, and he’s always 
on the hunch 

To easy up the lot o’ some poor blue despondent 
cuss, 

That’s almost ready to give up and blow the 
bloomin’ muss. 

Remember you the day, back there at Rheims, 
when he turned up ? 

Spick an’ span, an’ lookin’ fit as Mulligan’s prize 

p u p ? 

Well, jist sneak ’round an’ take a look at that sky- 
pilot now. 

He ain’t a “thing o’ beauty,” but he’s “joyful” 
anyhow. 

“What happened to ’im?” Well, you know the 
parson’s always there 

When things is doin’ out in front, an’ trouble’s in 
the air. 

An’ things was messin’ up somewhat down there 
along the top, 

With Fritz’s compliments a-makin’ everybody 
hop; 

When ’long comes Mr. Chaplain, threadin’ down 
the trench to see 

If any of us bloomin’ blokes was needin’ any tea. 

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He had ’er in a bucket in one hand, a-steamin’ 
hot; 

An’ in the other hand a big two-gallon coffee-pot, 

An’ jist as he was gittin’ purty close to where I 
stood, 

I heard a howlin’ Bertha come a-tearin’ through 
the wood ; 

An’ she landed in the region o’ the parson, jist 
about, 

For the mud an’ splinters sizzled all around the 
bally scout. 

An’ I think he must ha’ summersaulted three 
times ’fore he lit, 

But the tea was still a-steamin’, an’ he hadn’t 
spilt a bit. 

An’ he straightened up an’ shook ’imself, an’ 
sauntered back to me, 

An’ casual-like inquired, “Would I like a cup o’ 
tea?” 

An’ I couldn’t drink for laughin’, for he surely 
was a sight ; 

An’ if I’m not mistaken, he was mad enough to 
fight. 

But he couldn’t reach the geezer that had shot the 
bloomin’ shell, 

So he had to be contented with committin’ ’im 
to hell. 

But ’twas me that rendered sentence in a rather 
forceful way, 

Jist to ease the parson’s mind o’ things he didn’t 
want to say. 

PRIVATE DUGAN : 

Well, see here, Sergeant Hawkins, hov ye got a 
notion that 

Ye’re the only gossoon ’round th’ doomp that’s 
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’Bout th’ merits uv a chaplain uv whom we’re all 
so proud 

That th’ byes hov tuk to thinkin’ ’stid o’ cussin’ 
out loud? 

’Cause if ye hov it’s toime ye tuk anither think or 
two ; 

For there’s more o’ us been watchin’ o’ that par- 
son than jist you. 

There’s the bye that’s on th’ livil ivery toime ye 
look ; 

An’ he’s niver for prayzoomin that ivery mon’s 
a crook 

Jist ’cause he shlips th’ halter now an’ thin whin 
things is dool, 

An’ smashes into shmithereens some fool War 
office rule. 

Do ye moind th’ toime that Flannigan, th’ 
moonkey- faced ould Mick, 

Wint back to town, an’ tuk a drap too mooch, an’ 
tho’t a pick 

Wuz jist about th’ proper tool to polish off a 
doomp 

Where th’ preencipal dayversion wuz th’ turnin’ 
uv th’ troomp ? 

Well, of coorse it wuzn’t long till ould Flanni- 
gan’s foine moog 

Wuz ingaged in lookin’ outsoide frum th’ insoide 
uv th’ joog. 

An’ thin Flannigan got thirty days policin’ top o’ 
that; 

Which is wan koind uv policin’ that a Mick is no 
good at. 

But th’ chaplain couldn’t bear to look upon th’ 
sorry soight 

Uv a’ Oirishman a-claynin’ camp whose middle 
name wuz foight. 

So he interviewed th’ keyrnul on th’ soobjeet thin 
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An’ th’ conversation that insooed wuz somethin’ 
uv this koind : 

Says th’ parson to th’ keyrnul : “Oi wud shpake 
o’ Flannigan.” 

Says th’ keyrnul to th’ parson : “Yis, th’ tarrier’s 
on ag’in.” 

Says th’ parson to th’ keyrnul : “Moight Oi git 
’im off ag’in?” 

Says th’ keyrnul to th’ parson : “Tak ’im an’ be- 
gone ag’in.” 

So if ye want to shtart a row at anny toime o’ 
day, 

Jist shlip around by Flannigan an’ oondertak’ to 
say 

That ye know anither chaplain that’s a betther 
wan than ours ; 

But in th’ mane-toime till ye’r f rinds to arder oop 
th’ flowers. 

lieut. chesterfield: 

I am gratified to know that Private Dugan is in- 
clined 

To so forcibly express the feelings we have all in 
mind. 

For I am sure this regiment may well felicitate 

Itself upon the very pleasing fact that up to date 

We have the most delightful chaplain in this 
whole command ; 

And in which I know I voice the sentiments of 
every man. 

I am sure we all remember, with the keenest kind 
of joy, 

How the chaplain came among us in the fight at 
Charleroi, 

When the shrapnel shells were bursting in a 
maelstrom on our line ; 


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And we begged him to seek safety in his quarters 
far behind: 

How he answered that he felt he “might be some 
assistance there” ; 

And then proceeded to bestow upon us all the 
care 

Of a Ministering Angel in that inferno that day ; 

Where the soul of man was sated with the awful 
lust to slay. 

We all know that when a man is armed, and deal- 
ing blow for blow, 

Almost any man has courage to stand up against 
the foe; 

But the man of God who walks unarmed amidst 
the battle’s rage, 

Is the man whose name should shine in gold upon 
historic page. 

CORPORAL JENKINS: 

But don’t tell me that chaplains don’t get mad 
enough to scrap ; 

For I saw ours mad enough one time to clean th’ 
map 

Of every sneakin’ Gray Back between ’ere an’ 
old Potsdam; 

An’ I ’eard ’im speak a word that, perhaps, was 
“Rotterdam.” 

’Twas the day that Little Jim got ’is at Armen- 
tieres, 

That parson slipped a cog, an’ jumped th’ traces 
then and there. 

For ’e loved Little Jim just like a father loves a 
son ; 

An’ when they got th’ boy, th’ parson just picked 
up ’is gun 

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An’ all th’ time a-mutterin’ in a minor sort o’ 
key 

That sounded like ’e might be askin’ ’elp from 
Tm on ’igh, 

To ’old ’is trigger finger true, an’ sharpen up ’is 
eye. 

An’ ’e stooped an’ grabbed a ca’tridge-belt from 
off a poor buckoo 

’Oo’d paid th’ proper penalty for gettin’ out in 
view ; 

An’ then slipped up to a peep-’ole that no one was 
workin’ at ; 

Then sort o’ settled down to watchin’ that ’ole 
like a cat. 

So me an’ Jock MacDougal sneaked around to 
take a look 

At a chaplain snipin’ boches ’stead o’ readin’ 
from th’ book ; 

An’ just take it from yer uncle, there’s one 
preacher in this dump 

’Oo got ’is education shootin’ squirrels on th’ 
jump. 

For ’e wasn’t long a- waitin’ till a Fritz popped up 
’is ’ead ; 

An’ ’fore ’e got it down again ’e’d got a chunk o’ 
lead 

That must ’a’ put religion in th’ bloomin’ bloody 
bum, 

For ’twas fired with th’ spirit o’ th’ ’Oly Wrath 
to come. 


SERGEANT FISHER I 

Say, fellers, there’s another thing ’bout that chap- 
lain that I’ve seen : 

He may be non-combatant, but I’ve found him 
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On this iittle game of spying out the places where 
they hide 

Their confounded blooming snipers over on the 
other side. 

There was one of them got busy over there some 
time ago, 

And he made us keep to cover, I want you all to 
know. 

We had none of us discovered that our chaplain 
was around ; 

And it surely wasn’t a fit place for chaplains to 
be found. 

But he sauntered down the trench and took a seat 
beside o’ me, 

Where I was sitting quiet-like, with “Betsey” on 
my knee; 

Which he took an’ looked ’er over, and then 
shifted up ’er sight, 

And he had a look aboift the eyes that seemed as 
if he’d bite 

With just a little aggravatin’ added to the score 

Of accounts against the Fritzes he appeared to 
have in store. 

And then he sidled over to a peep-hole in the 
top, 

And poked “Old Betsey” through it there, and 
got a careful drop 

On a certain peaceful-lookin’ bush about a mile 
away; 

And then handed “Betsey” back to me as much as 
if to say : 

“A hint should be sufficient for any man that’s 
wise.” 

And I felt a little foolish at the twinkle of his 
eyes, 

And just a little nettled by his quiet meaning 
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So I gave my best attention to that bush about a 
mile 

Out across the valley yonder, where the hilltop 
seems to split; 

And it wasn’t very long until I saw a rifle spit 

Out from underneath that bush with a vicious lit- 
tle snap ; 

And then “Old Betsey” cleaned another Gray 
Back off the map. 

CORPORAL DONALD MACDOUGAL *. 

Herk ye, it’s a’ wi’ grate fu’ he’rts th’ dominie we 
greet ; 

An’ ilka man maun feel fou proud th’ dominie to 
meet. 

For a’ th’ time, thro’ rain or shine, he labors wi’ 
his flock; 

An’ nane he passes — Cockney, Mick, American 
or Jock. 

’Twad try th’ he’rt o’ saint to leeve wi’ bedlam sic 
as this ; 

But dominie stalks thro’ it a’, wi’ a smile for hit 
or miss. 

Th’ warl hae a’ wi’ bluid rin red, an’ man hae 
sairly fallen ; 

But weel ye ken th’ blessin’s say’d by men o’ 
priestly callin’. 

Oor Dominie’s baith man an’ maid, wi’ a’ his 
mony duties ; 

An’ nane there be to stick sae close, save ane, — 
the blawsted cooties. 

I wadna think a man c’d be sae owre fou o’ 
glorie, 

That a’ th’ time, thro’ het or cauld, on battle-fields 
sae gorie, 

He’d gang amang sic awfu’ scenes, where bluid 
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An’ nae ha’ turned wi’ horror back, nor failed his 
duty ever. 

’Tis weel ye ken th’ time we met th’ sqairheeds 
at Vairdoon, 

When ilka man, save Hawkins there an’ I, in oor 
platoon, 

Wair either deed, or doun an’ oot, an’ Fritzes 
earnin’ still; 

An’ nane wair left but we twa there, to kill, an’ 
kill, an’ kill. 

’Twas anely left th’ twa o’ us, an’ amooneeshun 
slack, 

When cam alang th’ dominie wi’ a lade upon his 
back 

That ony blawsted lorrie wad hae wurried same 
to hau’; 

An’ he tum’ult it atween us an’ say’d : “Gie it to 
’em a’ !” 

Th’ dominie is nae th’ man to fecht for just th’ 
love o’t ; 

And when he came amang us ’twas nae like th’ 
man to faut 

Th’ blawsted baists o’ boches, till he’d see’d th’ 
bairnies wee 

Th’ bruits left weltherin’ in th’r bluid alang th’ 
way to dree. 

An’ then th’ saul o’ man nae mair c’d bear th’ 
laithful’ secht. 

’Twas th’ murdered bairns an’ lassies that brocht 
dominie to fecht. 


VANGUARD JOHNSON : 

I don’t s’pose you “bloomin’ ” Britishers have 
any sort o’ care 

’Bout th’ ’pinions of a “Van,” but I’ve got some 
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On this very entertaining subject now before the 
house ; 

An’ upon the which, up to this time, I’ve played 
th’ “little mouse.” 

But when I blowed Arizony, an’ hiked out for 
Winnipeg, 

I was jist a-huntin’ trouble, an’ I didn’t care a 

Peg 

How nor where I first met up with that fair dame 
that turns us gray ; 

But I’ve alius been inclined somewhat to sidle 
in my say 

’Fore th’ cayuse is unsaddled, an’ we’ve knocked 
off fer th’ day. 

So jist leave th’ limit open, fer I’m cornin’ in to 
stay. 

An’ jist take it from me pronto that th’ one that’s 
made a hit 

With me is jist th’ padre that’s a-ridin’ ’th this 
outfit. 

Down where I been punchin’ longhorns alongside 
th’ Rio Grande, 

There ain’t a powerful sight o’ need to have a 
preacher man ; 

An’ to be exactly truthful in th’ premises at hand, 

We appraise ’em like incumbrances ye git ’long 
with yer land. 

But here th’ layout’s howsomever different, I 
find ; 

An’ mebbe this here chaplain’s of a different sort 
o’ kind ; 

For I sabe what a vacancy there’d be here round 
about, 

If we found upon manana that th’ padre had lit 
out. 

But that ain’t goin’ to happen, if I’ve got him 
sized up right, 


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For he knows that he’s a necessary adjunct to 
this fight. 

An’ he’s not the sort o’ hombre that’d leave a job 
half done, 

An’ cut out fer greener pastures when we’ve only 
jist begun 

To git started on this pleasure trip that Foch is 
goin’ to run 

To Berlin next spring, to celebrate the passing of 
the Hun. 

But — gittin down to cases — an’ takin’ up the 
slack — 

There’s th’ man that’s alius ridin’ true, an’ never 
leaves th’ track; 

An’ ye can’t git out so early ye don’t meet ’ini 
cornin’ back ; 

For I saw ’im turn a trick I didn’t know was in 
th’ pack. 

It was up there ’long o’ Vimy, when the devil was 
to pay, 

An’ th’ Fritzes cornin’ thicker ’n chickadees along 
Broadway, 

That I saw a bunch o’ mavericks, that didn’t 
know th’ game, 

Rush in where angels feared to tread, an’ purty 
soon they came 

A-huntin’ fer home-base again, an’ steppin’ 
mighty high, 

Fer they must ha’ got a warm reception “cornin’ 
thro’ th’ rye.” 

But they hadn’t made a water-haul, when they 
come to check up, 

Fer they’d brought a squarehead with ’em, a big 
measly-lookin’ pup, 

That looked some like a cross between a coyote 
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With a special style o’ beauty, like th’ features of 
a bat. 

An’ they chucked ’im in their dugout fer safe- 
keepin’ fer a while ; 

Thinkin’ that a little solitude might make ’im 
more do-cile. 

But they didn’t know th’ animile with which they 
had to deal, 

Fer th’ critter was about as nice to handle as an 
eel. 

Then they went an’ brought th’ colonel up to 
show ’im what they’d found ; 

An’ they led ’im to th’ dugout where they’d left 
their Deutscher Hound. 

But when they opened up th’ door to let th’ 
colonel in, 

The way that Deutscher sailed among ’em surely 
was a sin ! 

An’ he got a runnin’ start before they tumbled to 
th’ fact 

That their sideshow was a-biddin’ ’em good-by 
and goin’ back. 

But he happened on th’ padre as he started down 
th’ ditch, 

An’ I’m sure he wasn’t lookin’ fer th’ thing that 
caused a hitch 

In his modus operandi; but th’ padre tackled in 

With what looked like jiu jitsu, or somethin’ next 
o’ kin. 

An’ th’ way he turned that coyote upside-down 
was good to see ; 

An’ a revelation, even to a rustler such as me. 


But, gentlemen, there are other things that I’ve 
seen that man do ; 

And they’ve lighted up this hell on earth like 
Heaven shining through. 


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Please uncover, while I tell you of the things that 
I have seen 

That our memories will treasure till we’re laid 
beneath the green : 

I have seen him smooth the brow of soldier 
wounded unto death ; 

I have seen him pray where tortured man lay 
gasping for a breath. 

I have seen him write the halting words to loved 
ones “over there.” 

I have seen him take the message for a mother 
bowed in prayer 

By the fireside back yonder, in the gloaming, 
where she waits 

For the boy whose welcome beckons her beyond 
the Golden Gates. 

I have seen him stand at midnight by a grave that 
held the all 

Of some loyal-hearted mother who had heard her 
country’s call. 

And the halls of great cathedrals, where the 
pampered rich may kneel, 

Ne’er were graced with service equal to that here 
upon the field. 

These I’ve seen, and seeing, pondered on the call 
of men to fight ; 

But if fight we must, may Heaven save the 
chaplain’s holy light ! 

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GLOSSARY 


“a” 

“faut” 

“ilka” 

“sae” 

all 

fault 

every 

so 

“amang” 

“fou” 

“ken” 

“sic” 

among 

full 

know 

such 

“anely” 

“fecht” 

“lade” 

“same” 

only 

fight 

load 

some 

“bairnies” 

“gang” 

“leeve” 

“said” 

children 

go 

live 

soul 

“bluid” 

*‘ g ie” 

“maun” 

“secht” 

blood 

give 

may or must 

sight 

“cam” 

“herk” 

“mair” 

“squairheeds 

come 

hark 

more 

squareheads 

“cauld” 

“he’rts” 

“nae” 

“tum’ult” 

cold 

hearts 

no 

tumbled 

“deed” 

“hae” 

“nane” 

“warl” 

dead 

have or has 

none 

world 

“doun” 

“het” 

“owre fou” 

“wadna” 

down 

hot 

o’er full 

would not 

“dree” 

“hau’ ” 

“rin” 


suffer 

haul 

run 


“van” 


“padre” 



vanguard; a name given by Spanish for “priest” or 

British soldiers to the first “preacher.” 

Americans who enlisted in the 

British army. hombre” 

Spanish for “man.” 

“cayuse” 

a cow pony, or cowboy’s small “manana” 

riding horse. Spanish for “to-morrow.” 


“pronto” “modus operandi” 

Spanish for “immediately,” or Latin for “mode of operation” 

“at once.” or “plan.” 



Corp. Underwood & Underwood. 


PERSHING AT THE TOMB OF 
LAFAYETTE 

“Lafayette! We are here!” 

And America answers thy call ; — 

While I pause at thy bier, 

And pledge thee our lives, — and our all. 

Here we lay, in this hour, 

On the altar of France to the end, 

All the faith, — all the power, — 

That a nation may gratefully send. 

When you came to our shore 

In the time of our deepest travail ; 

In the dark days of yore, 

Then we knew that the right must avail. 

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Now we come, in our might, 

To repay here the debt that we owe; 
And with France, in the right, 

Kindle Liberty’s beacon-light glow. 

Men of France ! We come now, 

To avenge human wrong at your side. 
At your shrine, here we bow ; — 

And the will of Jehovah abide! 

1917. 


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MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE 
(Illustration page 87) 

Born September, 1757, at the Chateau de Chavagnac in the 
Department of Haute Loire. He developed early military in- 
clinations, and at the age of fifteen was made a captain in the 
King’s Guard of Dragoons. He entertained a cordial friendship 
for Benjamin Franklin and Silas Deane, the representatives of 
the new American republic at the court of France. His sympa- 
thies for the position of the American colonists in the war for 
liberty were so sincere that at his own expense he fitted out 
and manned a ship to travel to America, where he might fight 
for the cause of liberty. He landed on our shores April 24, 
1777, was first commissioned a colonel with a staff assignment, 
was wounded at the battle of the Brandywine, and then made 
a major-general, which rank he retained to the end of the war. 
He returned to France in 1781, where he soon became very ob- 
noxious to the monarchs of Europe, especially Frederick the 
Great, of Prussia, for his freely expressed views on human lib- 
erty. In one of the military disturbances common to that period 
he was captured by the Prussians and incarcerated in various 
German and Austrian fortresses for more than five years, being 
liberated September 19, 1797, upon the demand of Napoleon 
Bonaparte, whose friendship he still retained. He broke with 
Napoleon when that monarch assumed dictatorial powers not 
consistent with Lafayette’s conception of civil liberty, and in 
March of 1815 he refused a peerage of the first class at the 
French court offered him by the Corsican conqueror in an at- 
tempt to effect a reconciliation. He died May 20, 1834, and lies 
in a tomb in Paris, France, shown on a preceding page, with 
the American general, John J. Pershing, standing at salute in 
silent tribute to his memory. 


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DER VATERLAND 1 


There was a man in Germany 
Who didn’t want to stay, 

So he traveled to America 
And landed here one day 
With one thaler in his pocket, 

And his extra jumper packed 
In a red bandanna handkerchief 
He carried on his back, 

And he landed in America 
With one idea clear : 

That he wanted to get rid of 
Things he knew we hadn’t here. 

Of course he landed in a job 
That very day that paid 
A better wage than ever in 
“Der Vaterland” he’d made. 

He landed in a boarding-house 
With only “deutsche sprechen” ; 
And took his own sweet time to learn 
“American,” I reckon. 

And then the same old story 

Of the “ninety-eight per cent.” : 
That much he always laid away — 
The other two he spent. 

But of course he soon was working 
In a bakeshop of his own ; 

And of course he wasn’t satisfied 
To work there long alone. 

So he sent back home for Gretchen, 
Who was waiting over there, 

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With a longing that her patient 
Heart was trying hard to bear. 

And he had just one idea clear, 

From morn till setting sun: 

That two people could make money 
About twice as fast as one. 

And then to the Land of Promise 
Came his Gretchen, stout of heart ; 

Red-cheeked, blue-eyed, and buxom, 
And prepared to do her part. 

And they tied the knot connubial, 
Without a day’s delay ; 

For she knew just what she came for, 
And he couldn’t lose a day. 

And the two of them had then 
Just one idea always clear: 

That the cheapest way to hire help 
Was raise it once a year. 

And it wasn’t long until he’d 
Laid aside a tidy sum 

Against the time of age and 

Death he knew would surely come. 

But he never failed to teach his 
Children, morning, noon and night, 

That Germany was “Vaterland” ; — 
The Kaiser always right. 

And to his old heart always 
There seemed one idea nigh : 

That living was all right here ; 

But “Deutschland” the place to die. 

And then one day he heard the 
News he’d waited long to hear : 

The Great War had been started 
By his “Vaterland” so dear. 

And then he turned his back upon 
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And gave aid to its enemies 
By the dirtiest of stealth. 

And so I think this nation would 
Have done just what it should,. 
Had it sent him to his “Deutschland” 
While the dying there was good ! 

1918. 


“SCHNEIDER MADE DER GUNS”* 

His full name was August Sweitzer, 

And he owned a cobbler shop 
On a corner, where the public 
Liked to drop around and stop, 

To discuss the war in Europe, 

And to curse him for a “Hun” ; — 

VBut,” quoth August: 

“Veil old Y off re stopped der Yarmans, 

It vas Schneider made der guns!” 

Well he knew that he was loyal, 

And he couldn’t help the name 
That he’d brought with him to freedom 
When from Germany he came. 

So he stood his ground and suffered, 

From the day the war begun ; — 

“But,” quoth August : 

“Ven old Yoffre stopped der Yarmans , 

It vas Schneider made der guns!” 

He saw there among the rabble 
That was baiting him each day, 

Men who always talked the loudest, 

But were never known to pay. 

*It was the Schneider gun works of France that turned out 
the wonderfully efficient 7 5’s, with which the French did such 
deadly execution during the early period of the war. 


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And he knew he’d paid his share to 
Put the Germans on the run; — 
“But,” quoth August: 

“Ven old Yoffre stopped der Yarmans , 
It vas Schneider made der guns!” 

Oft he felt the shaft of venom 
Aimed to strike his aching heart, 

When he knew that men up higher 
Knew how well he’d done his part ; — 

Knew the traitors he’d reported, 

As he found them, one by one; — 
“But,” quoth August: 

“Ven old Yoffre stopped der Yarmans, 
It vas Schneider made der guns!” 

Well he knew that names meant nothing. 
If the heart was beating right; 

Well he knew, far more than others, 

Of the meaning of that fight. 

So he hailed the day with gladness 
When we knew the war was won ; — 
“And,” quoth August: 

u Ven old Yoffre stopped der Yarmans, 
It vas Schneider made der quns!” 
1919. 



— French Pictorial Service. 

FIELD-MARSHAL JOFFRE 

Field-Marslud Joseph Jacques Cesaire J off re: 

Born at Rivesaltes, France, on January 4, 1852. Was edu- 
cated at the College of Perpignan, and enlisted in the French 
army in the Franco-Prussian War in 1870, in which he held the 
rank of second lieutenant at the end of that war. He was com- 
missioned a captain in 1876, promoted to major in 1889, a lieu- 
tenant-colonel in 1894, and received the rank of colonel in 1897. 
He was made a brigadier-general in 1901, and promoted to 
general of division in 1905, serving in that rank in the Chinese 
campaign. He was chief of the French general staff in 1914, and 
when Germany began her attack on France in that year he or- 
ganized the wonderful defense that finally stopped the Germans 
at the first battle of the Marne. He was in supreme command of 
the French forces from 1914 to 1917, when he was relieved by 
the elevation of Field-Marshal Foch to that position, and the 
supreme command of all the Allied forces on the western front. 
Joffre then assumed a staff position, with retention of the rank 
of field-marshal, which he held to the end of the war. 



THE KAISER’S LAMENT 


I t’ought Me undt von Hindenburg, oder by 
shance, 

Had ut fixed to clean oop in a vink on dot France : 
Undt I dinks ut vas mighty tam mean 

Dot dem Belgians make droobles ven ve shtart 
across ; 

Undt git oudt in der vay, undt mit vun leetle toss, 
Trow ein moonkey- wrench in der machine. 

Den dot boob of a Rooshey coomes trampin’ 
aroundt, 

Shust because ve vipes Serby clean off of der 
groundt ; 

Undt sooch droobles I neffer haf seen, — 

Ven dey swatted mein Austrian friendt in der 
neck ; 

Undt shust ’cause I made of dot Boland a wreck, 
Trow ein moonkey- wrench in der machine. 

Undt but shtill I dinks yet I might all of dem 
beat, 

Undt ve vin oudt in time so dot dinner I eat 
In dot Baris September sixteen; 

But dem Frenchers coome thick like der leafs on 
a dree ; 

Undt by der Marne coomes dot Yoffrey; undt he 
Trow ein moonkey- wrench in der machine. 

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Den to make matters vorse, coomes dem British- 
ers in, 

Ven in droobles enough I haf alretty been ; 

Undt I durns Me mit enmity green. 

For I dinks dot no beezness dey got in dis game ; 
But dey coomes right along ; undt mitoudt any 
shame, 

Trow ein moonkey-wrench in der machine. 

So Me undt von Tirpitz ve make oop a blan 
To make var in der sea to git beace on der landt ; 

Undt ve sendts oudt ein beeg soobmarine, 

Den dot Ooncle Sam feller gits all at vonce madt 
’Cause ve kills a few babies ; undt von Tirpitz 
hadt 

Trow zwei moonkey-wrench in der machine. 

Undt den shust ven I dinks I got effryding set, 
Dey kersmash oop mein army; undt von’t effen 
let 

Mein beeg nafy coome oudt undt be seen. 

So I dinks Me undt Gott must haf got in a yam, 
Undt der partnership’s busted I shwear by 
Potsdam ! 

By der moonkey-wrench in der machine. 

1918. 


A SOLILOQUY ON “C. P. T.” 

How thankful we should be, that some of us 
could be, 

In line to get in with a glee ; 

And great be the glory, — though some preda- 
tory,— 

Of the man who found “ C . P. T.” 


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If the war should not ever be able to sever 
The bonds and set Belgium free; 

We know, when it’s over, we’ll all be in clover, 
With thanks to the grand “C. P. T.” 

Our treatment is royal, — and sure we are loyal, — 
The reason is not hard to see ; — 

Who wouldn’t be grateful, if getting his plate full 
Of luscious and soft “C. P. T.” 

In schemes rather nifty, and plans that are 
thrifty, 

I thought I knew all there could be ; 

But for the best showing, both coming and going, 
I must recommend “C. P. T.” 

It seems to be lawful, and yet it is awful, 

Most all of us freely agree; — 

The way we are lining our wallets with shining 
Simoleons from “C. P. T.” 

It won’t bear inspection, but works to perfection, 
In ways that are pleasing to me ; 

And I’m bound to win on this game, while I’m 
in on 

The graces of old “C. P. T.” 

It might not continue, so better get in, you, 

Nor let opportunity flee. 

For when they get next to us we can’t expect to 
Get away with our “C. P. T.” 

1918 . 



AMERICAN RED CROSS NURSE 

Wherever went the American soldier, there also went the 
American Red Cross nurse, prepared to do all that human agency 
could devise for the comfort of the wounded soldier, from the 
first aid station to the last convalescent hospital. Many a sturdy 
and brave lad, broken in body and mind, dreamed of the loving 
hand of mother as he lay semi-conscious in a clean hospital bed, 
and awoke to find that the delicate touch which he felt on his 
fevered brow was a reality, after all, and that, if not mother’s, 
it was at least a hand that would write to mother for him and 
help him frame the consoling words that were his first thought 
when he returned to consciousness. 


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BACK TO THE LIGHT 

Bill, yer my pard, an’ I know you will tell 
Me the truth; for don’t I remember well, 

That ye stood beside at the time I fell ; 

An’ ye carried me back when the boche’s shell 
Put an end to my part o’ the show. 

But now I am back to the light o’ day ; — 

Just back from the shadow o’ death, they say; 
A-hopin’ to soon be back in the fray, 

An’ a-countin’ the days I’ve got to stay; 

But there’s one thing I’m wantin’ to know? 

When the web in yer brain’s got a wobbly wove, 
Might angels come down from Heaven above, 
With velvet step, an’ the voice of a dove ; 

An’ a touch that reminds o’ mother love ? — 
Could there such a thing happen to be ? 

An’ ye feel the press of a saintly hand 
On yer brow, where the blast o’ battle fanned ; 
An’ ye hear a voice from a fairy strand, 

Like the music o’ harps in the Promised Land ; — 
Could the like o’ that happen to me? 

Yes, it happened, old man, just like it seemed; 
An’ the things that ye felt ye might have 
dreamed, 

Were true, though the glare of the battle 
gleamed ; 

An’ the shell of the Hun in the midnight 
screamed, 

On its mission of hate and accurse. 

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’Twas an Angel of Mercy that smoothed yer 
brow, 

An’ it’s God’s own gift that she’s with us now ; 
An’ the Master in Heaven alone knows how 
She’s blessed by the depths of a soldier’s vow. 

But they call her a Red Cross Nurse. 

1918. 



FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE 

Born on May 12, 1820, a British subject, and early in life 
became interested in humane relief work of various kinds. Dur- 
ing the Crimean war the inefficiency and mismanagement of mili- 
tary hospitals in the Crimea promoted an outburst of public 
indignation, and among the various plans for the relief of that 
deplorable condition was the one to send female nurses to the 
front — an innovation theretofore never even suggested. She was 
so eminently prepared to lead this movement that a letter from 
her to Lord Sidney Herbert, offering her services, was crossed 
by one from him asking her to take charge of the work contem- 
plated. She was appointed October 21, 1854, and reached Scutari 
November 4 of the same year, where she forced such reorganiza- 
tion of hospital conditions and field relief work that she soon 
became known among the British Tommies as “The Lady with 
the Lamp," an endearing appellation given her by the private 
soldier because of her incessant night inspection of hospitals and 
battle-fields. She died August 13, 1910. 


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CLARA BARTON 

Born December 25, 1821, at North Oxford, Mass. She became 
enthusiastically interested in the care of wounded federal sol- 
diers during the early period of the Civil War, giving her first 
active attention to that work in April of 1861. She visited the 
first battle-field for hospital work and supervision on August 9, 
1862, and soon became known among the Union soldiers by the 
endearing term of “The Angel of the Battle-field.” She was ap- 
pointed by President Garfield the first president of the American 
Red Cross Society in 1881, when it became affiliated with the 
International Red Cross Society. The American association had 
previously been known as the American National Commission of 
the Red Cross. Miss Barton resigned this position in 1904, an 
international character, and died April 12, 1912. She was buried 
at the place of her birth. 


KHAKI-YANK 


(WITH APOLOGIES TO KIPLING) 

There may, of course, be other fightin’ men, 
That fight and take the gaff as well as they. 
But fightin’ really seems to pick up when 
The Khaki- Yanks have gotten in the fray. 
They know the game right well, you may de- 
pend ; — 

They’re in to see it through and mean to stay;. 
So watch the way the Yanks get to ’em then ; — - 
They’ve hit the game their own peculiar way. 

So here’s to you, Khaki-Yank! You’re in Europe 
raisin’ hell 

With the Kaiser and his cohorts in a way that’s 
good to tell. 

And this fight has been a-needin’ you for quite a 
little spell. 

You’re a Fuzzy-Wuzzy fighter; and we think 
you’re doing well. 

There may, of course, be other soldiers who 
Are just as good, and just as keen and bold ; 
But, somehow, just a fleeting look at you 
Appears to knock a German soldier cold. 

If half the things we hear of you are true, 

Or half of them are taken as they’re told ; 
We know that you will make a record, too, 
That’s certain to shine bright as that of old. 

So here’s to you, Khaki-Yank! You’re some 
bear-cat in a fight. 

It’s a man-size job you’ve tackled, but you’re 
going at it right. 

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That old line of “Hindenburger” fame is 
stretchin’ mighty tight. 

You’re a Fuzzy-Wuzzy fighter; and you’re at it 
day and night. 

The Hun has changed his mind about you 
now; — 

He’s found you know the game as well as he. 

In fact, you’ve shown the dirty reptile how 
A man can fight and keep his honor free. 

We’re told that he is now free to allow : 

Such fightin’ he had hoped to never see. 

So to you, Khaki- Yank, we make our bow. 
You’re the wildcat’s first cousin, we agree. 

So here’s to you, Khaki- Yank! With your own 
peculiar style. 

You’re a first-class fightin’ man, sir; and you do 
it with a smile. 

And we’re thinking that the German will not 
want another trial ; 

For the licking that he’s getting now should hold 
him for a while. 

You’ve done your bit before across the sea : 
You’ve mixed it with the Boxer at Pekin. 

You’ve sniped the Igorot from tree to tree ; 
And Aguinaldo took you for a spin. 

The Villa trip was just a little spree; — 

You’re going back some day to bring him in. 

But the Igorot, Greaser and Chinee 
Fought square, along the Hunnish pigs of sin. 

So here’s to you, Khaki-Yank! You’re a first- 
class fightin’ man. 

They tried hard to dub you “Sammy,” but for 
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You are just our dear old fightin’ Yank — the 
truest in the land. 

So here’s to you, Khaki-Yank ! You’re a splendid 
fightin’ band. 

1918. 


EV’RYBODY’S MUSS 

I’ve been thinkin’ some o’ late 
’Bout the fellers fixed like me ; 

Thet kin shin around fust rate, 

But ain’t what we ust to be ; 

Wond’rin’ what we’re livin’ for 
In this time o’ battle storm ? 

Jist too old to go to war, 

An’ too young to chloroform. 

But I guess ther’ ain’t no use 
Growlin’ ’bout th’ will o’ fate. 

Things ain’t like’ to all come loose 
’Board the grand old Ship o’ State 

Jist ’cause we can’t be on hand 
Bright an’ early ev’ry day, 

To trim sail, and see she’s manned 
In a satis fact’ry way. 

’Fore we git through with this fight, 
An’ clean up that Kaiser cuss, 

Seems to me as if ther’ might 
Be a job fer all of us. 

Mebbe ’twont be what we like, 

But we ain’t got time to chin. 

We’re all hell-bent down th’ pike ; — 
Kaiser-huntin’ season’s in. 

Some kin fight and some must pay, 
An’ we know without a doubt, 

That ther’ ain’t no other way 
We kin git this war fit out. 


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We come in to see ’er through, 
An’ we’re stayin’, thick or thin. 

Nothin’ else won’t ever do ; — 

We jist simply got to win. 

So ther’ aint no use to kick 
’Bout the job thet falls to us ; — 

Tote a gun, or swing a pick ; — 
This is everybody's muss. 

Eatin’ now is hard to git, 

So we might as well dig in ; 

An’ if she gets harder yit, 

Tighten up your belt an’ grin. 

1918. 


THE SOLDIER’S WIFE 

We have written of the mothers who have felt 
the bitter pain 

Of the parting from the boy whose face she ne’er 
may see again. 

We have sung of tearful sweethearts who have 
waved a fond “good-by” ; 

But, what about the wife who watched the hus- 
band marching by ? 

We have sung the songs of mothers sitting by the 
fireside ; — 

Of the sweetheart’s faithful waiting through the 
perils that betide. 

We have praised the loyal father who has 
watched his son march on ; 

But, what about the loyal wife whose helpmeet 
went along? 


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We have told about the sacrifice the loyal mother 
made. 

We have blazoned wide her picture with the son 
she sent to aid 

In the battle for humanity that’s raging “over 
there” ; 

But, what about the wife who sits beside the va- 
cant chair? 

We have preached the loyal sermons on our duty 
to the State. 

We have harped about the fact that our sacrifice 
is great. 

We have prated of regrets that we can’t be in it 
too. 

But, what about the wife who’s left alone to “see 
it through?” 

We are standing by our armies that have gone 
across the sea. 

We are giving with a spirit that is generous and 
free. 

We are proud of all the Allies, and we’re proud- 
est of our own; 

But, what about the wife who fights her battle 
here alone? 

We get eloquent about the perils of a soldier’s 
life. 

We give him our solicitude amidst the battle’s 
strife. 

We make the welkin ring with speeches telling 
what it’s for ; 

But, let us not forget the zvife whose husband’s 
gone to war ! 

1918. 


ABE HACKER’S BOY 


Abe Hacker’s boy was big an’ strong, 

His feet were large, his arms were long ; 
He didn’t hanker much for work, 

And Abe sometimes called him a shirk; 
But ther’ was one who alius said: 

“Some day you’ll be proud of our Jed.” 

He got on purty well in school, 

But now an’ then he’d break a rule ; 

Fer Jed was busy thinkin’ out 
Some way to beat the game without 
Exertin’ too much strength upon 
The job he happened to have on. 

But I had sometimes noticed that 
Whatever Jed was workin’ at, 

He done the very best he could. 

An’ I had noticed that he would 
Work like tarnation when he got 
A job where headwork helped a lot. 

Of course his mother alius knew 
A lot o’ things the boy could do, 

That other people couldn’t see ; 

But that’s the way all mothers be. 

An’ she’d jist smile an’ nod her head, 
An’ say: “You folks don’t know my Jed.” 

An’ then ther’ come that Aprile day 
When war was on, and hell to pay ; 

An’ our whole nation riz right up 
To smash that sneakin’ Kaiser pup. 
While ev’ry body talked out loud 
’Bout how we’d clean that junker crowd. 
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Jis then young Jed come in frum town, 
Where he’d been sort o’ snoopin’ round, 

An’ takin’ notes on what he’d heard 
About the way the thing occurred. 

An’ he was walkin’ jist as though 
He owned half inter’st in the show. 

An’ then he walked right up to where 
His mother set a knittin’ there ; — 

His eyes a shinin’ like two stars ; 

An’ snapped out, “Ma, I’m goin’ to war.” 
An’ “Ma” looked up frum where she sat, 
An’ said : “I knew my boy’d do that.” 

Ther’ wasn’t any sob stuff played, 

Although old Abe looked some dismayed ; 

I guess because he’d never thought 
About that boy the way he ought. 

An’ I could see, with half an eye, 

That darned old fool was ’bout to cry. 

But them was tears of joy I saw, 

Fer Abe had fought up Kenesaw 
With Sherman, an’ he sure was glad, 

To see the way that young Jed had 
Signed right up on the ’listment roll, 

As young Abe had in days o’ old. 

An’ then I slid out the back door 
To git about the evenin’s chores; 

An’ as I went I heard “Ma” say : 

“Ther’ wasn’t any other way 
The boy could do an’ be a Hacker. 

We didn’t raise him fer a slacker.” 


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I kind o’ grinned some at the rhyme 
I heard “Ma” makin’ at the time ; 

An’ though I knew she didn’t mean 
To make it sound the way it seemed, 

I couldn’t help but think a poet 
Might have the gift an’ never know it. 

An’ then I jist concluded that 
Some day I might try my hand at 
A writin o’ that sort o’ stuff ; 

If I found somethin’ good enough 
To jingle in a feller’s mind 
Like Bret Harte, er them Riley kind. 

An’ ’twasn’t long until the day 
Come ’round fer Jed to go away 
To camp; an’ old Abe shorely tried 
His very darnedst fer to hide 
The choke that wanted to fill in 
Where nerve an’ backbone once had been. 

But that war mother jist reached out 
An’ wound two lovin’ arms about 
That boy she’d alius known so well ; 
An’ cried fer jist a little spell. 

An’ then she looked him in the eye, 

An’ said : “My soldier boy, good-by !” 

An’ next we knew, we heard the tramp 
Of Jed a marchin’ off to camp; 

A steppin’ out with shoulders square, 
An’ whistlin’ up a lively air, 

As free as if he might be then 
Jist startin’ off to school again. 


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An’ frum that woman’s eyes it seemed 
A fightin’ spirit burned an’ gleamed; 

An’ then I knew that she had sent 
That boy o’ hers, on warfare bent, 

Fer babes an’ women that lay dead 
Along the path the Huns had led. 

An’ then it wasn’t long until 
We heard from Jed at Looeyville; 

When he writ home to tell his Ma 
’Bout bunkin’ nights on hay an’ slraw ; 
An’ “hikin’ ” all day long across 
The hills behind a walkin’ boss. 

• 

An’ diggin’ ditches, deep an’ wide, 

An’ then a hidin’ down inside, 

Whilst other soldiers down the pike 
Marched at ’em a pertendin’ like 
That they was Germans, out to kill 
A few Allies fer Kaiser Bill. 

An’ also jabbin’ bay ’nets in 
A bunch o’ sticks that might o’ been 
A German, but it wasn’t; so 
He done his level best to show 
Jist how he’d stab ’em if he got 
A chanct to mix up where ’twas hot. 

But I guess Jed was makin’ good, 

Jist like his mother said he would; 

Fer I was walkin’ down the road 
With Abe, when we met Lawyer Hoad ; 
Who’s got a boy in business down 
Somewhere in Cincinnaty town. 


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An’ Hoad commenced a tellin’ Abe 
About how good his boy had made ; 

An’ how as he had got to be 
A d’rector in his company ; 

But Abe shot back, as quick as whiz : 
“Hell ! Mine’s a CORPORAL in his l” 

An’ jist a little later on; — 

P’r’aps only about four months gone ; 

Jed writ again to tell us how 
He’d got to be a sergeant now. 

An’ had to study day an’ night 
To hold his new job down jist right. 

An’ Abe was braggin’ ’round about 
The way the boy was cornin’ out ; 

But that boy’s mother didn’t act 
A bit surprised about the fact. 

An’ said to Abe one day: “You bet 
That boy’s a goin’ higher yet.” 

An’ sure enough, one day she found 
A letter when the mail come ’round 
With Jed’s handwritin’ on it, plain 
As sunlight through the winder pane. 
An’ when she’d read it through, she said : 
“Well, Abe, it’s now ‘Lieutenant Jed.’ ” 

An’ the next thing, a letter come 
That showed us Jed zvas goin’ some ; 

Fer don’t ye know, that pesky scamp 
Had been sent up to Sherman camp ! 
An’ when that letter had been read, 

We found we must say: “Captain Jed.” 


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An’ then “Cap. Jed” come home to see 
The folks; and sich a jamboree 
Ye never see in all yer life; 

Fer ev’ry body an’ his wife 
Come in to set around an’ chat 
About the war, an’ sich as that. 

Of course the Captain had to go, 

When the end come to his furlough ; 
An’ ev’ry body ’lowed that when 
Old Uncle Sam could make sich men 
As Captain Jed, frum what he had 
To start on, it was not half bad. 

But right here’s where I’m goin’ to quit 
A tellin’ how Jed done his bit; 

Fer I’m a thinkin’, ’fore it’s through, 
He’ll have a plenty yet to do. 

An’ ’twouldn’t s’prise Jed’s Ma to hear 
That he’d been made a Brigadier. 

1918. 


SAM’S AWAKENING 


“Sam !” said Uncle Tubal, 

to the ebony hued lad, 

Busy doing nothing, in the 

balmy bright sunlight : 

“Dis heah loafin’ ’round when 

wah is on looks might’ bad. 

Wha’ fo’ yo’ hang ’round heah, 

stid o’ goin’ out to fight ?” 

“Look heah ! Uncle Tubal !” spoke 
the self-complacent Sam: 

“I’se done got ’long dis fah 

widout lookin’ vehy hahd 

Foh any kind o’ trouble; 

an’ if yo’ think dat jam 

Is ’pealin’ much to me, 

you kin tuhn anothah cahd.” 

“Say! Niggah!” said the old man, 

with a look of deep disdain: 

“Some day dey’s goin’ to grab 

yo’, walkin’ down de street ; 

An’ fo’ yo’ knows which end is 

up dey’s got yo’ on a train ; 

An’ den yo’ll sholy fin’ out 

dis wah game’s hahd to beat.” 

“What yo’ talkin’ ’bout !” said 

Sam : “Don’t you think I know 

Dey ain’t no man livin’ 

dat kin make me tote a gun, 

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An’ staht out Kaisah huntin', 

lessen I jist wants to go? 

An’ 'sides dat, let me tell you', 

dat I ain’t los' no Hun !” 

“Well, o’ all de fool hoomans, 

I reckon you’s de wuhst ! 

I guess dat any man what 

kin give his son-in-law 
All de railroads in de kentry, 

widout buyin' uvem fuhst, 

Would jis 'bout have easy pickin’ 
sendin' you to wah. 

“ 'Sides dat, Sammy boy, it 

jist nachully ain't right 
Foh husky lads like you 

to stan’ 'roun' lookin’ on, 

Whilst all de wuhld is risin’ 

up an’ ragin’ at the sight 
O’ babes an’ wimmins slaughtehed 

wid dem hangdogs’ cahyins on.” 

“What’s dat! Dem ohn’ry skunks 

been killin’ women an’ chilluns?” 
“Yes, boy, ouh gov’ment has 

done fin’ly let it out.” 

“Say! Unk! is yo’ jis dead suali 
'bout dat baby killin’?” 

“Why, boy, dey’s suah done kilt 

a hunnahed tousan’, jist about. 

“An’ dat ain’t all ! Dem scoun’els 

is a figgahin’ mighty strong 
Dat jis soon as dey gits 

done a killin’ ovah deah, 

Dey’ll load up all dem cannons 

an’ be cornin’ right along 
Foh anothah job o’ killin’ 

dey’s got doped foh ovah heah.” 


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Then I saw a change take place 

in young Sam’s shiftless mien ; 

And what he spoke then came 

with a mighty vicious snap. 

And all he said was : “Tell my folks 
dat I’s done lef’ dis scene, 

An’ won’t be back till dat bunch 

is wiped clean off de map. 

“What’s de reason I done 

nevah heahed o’ dis till now? 

Great Gawd! Killin' babies! 

What do yo ' think o' dat! 

Dis heah ain’t no private show ; 

it’s evehy body's row. 

Say! White folks! Tell me! 

Wha's dat ' cruitin ' office at?" 

1918. 


THE LINCOLN 
1809 

Amid scenes that were modest and lowly, 
Came a soul to the light of day, 

And the Star of the East, in its glory, 
Stood again in the azure way. 

For a child lay again in the manger ; — 
The manger of Destiny’s shrine. 

And the life of the Nation in danger, 
Brought Destiny’s Star to shine. 


ABRAHAM LINCOLN 


Born February 12, 1809. in Hardin County. Kentucky. Emi- 
grated to Spencer County, Indiana, in 1816, and from there to 
Sangamon County, Illinois, in 1830. Was elected a member of 
the house of representatives of the Illinois legislature from 
Sangamon County in 1834, and to Congress from the Sangamon 
district in 1846. Was elected president of the United States in 
the autumn of 1859, and inaugurated March 4, 1860. Re-elected 
in 1863 and inaugurated March 4, 1864. Was assassinated by 
John Wilkes Booth, a fanatical sympathizer of the lost cause of 
the South, on April 14, 1865, in the city of Washington. Died 
on the following day, and was buried in Oakland cemetery, at 
Springfield, 111. The Lincoln character has been one of the most 
profound and interesting studies of statesmen and eminent psy- 
chologists among all the great characters in the world’s history. 


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1830 

And the Child came to manhood’s relation, 
While the course of Destiny ran ; 

And came forth as the hope of the Nation ; 
God’s noblest work: — A True Man. 

1846 

And The Man became strong and commanding ; 

And apace came the fateful hour, 

When, the rights of the people demanding, 

He stood up in his rugged power. 

1860 

And The Man was called up by the Nation, 
’Midst perils besetting it then ; 

When the scourge of a war’s desolation 
Was trying the souls of all men. 

1865 

And the Nation was saved from its peril, 

By The Man of Destiny’s call; 

But The Man came forth martyrdom’s idol, 

As Treason directed his fall. 

1918 

And the Soul of The Lincoln is shining 
O’er America’s destiny now ; — 

Though beset by foes base and designing, 
To Jehovah in trust we bow. 

1918. 


THE AIR BATTLE 


He was just a speck in the distant sky, 

But as straight as an arrow he came; 

And I knew that the Boche was out to try 
His hand again at the game. 

But that was a game at which two could play, 
And his challenge was promptly met, 

As I left the ground; and up and away 
To welcome our caller I set. 

I saw as soon as I got in the air 

That the Boche had spotted my flight ; 

For he shot up into a dark cloud there, 

And vanished at once from sight. 

But that was also a game I knew, 

For I’d played it oft times before. 

So I headed straight into the azure blue, 
Where the light of the sun shone o’er. 

I knew that somewhere in that filmy screen 
There was lurking an artful foe ; 

Trusting to fate that he’d not be seen, 

As he drifted along below. 

But I caught a glimpse of his black tail-fin, 
While passing a rift in the cloud ; 

And I turned nose down, and my Spad shot in 
Through the maze of his misty shroud. 

And the fight was on that we knew meant death 
For the one who first lost his nerve ; 

As I touched the trigger, and held my breath — 
But he banked with a lucky swerve. 

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CAPTAIN EDDIE RICKENBACKER 


The ace of aces in the American Expeditionary Air Service. 
One of America’s most prominent automobile race drivers prior 
to the war, he went to France as an enlisted man. He was born 
at Columbus, Ohio, October 8, 1890, and enlisted in the national 
army May 25, 1917. He enlisted in the flying service August 
25, 1917, and from that date to his discharge on February 13, 
1919, he had brought down twenty-six enemy airplanes, using 
for his aircraft both the Spad and the Nieuport. He is still a 
resident of the Ohio capital city. 




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And the dive had carried me into the view 
Of the German I’d tried to kill ; 

While a burst of bullets around me flew, 

As he worked his gun with a will. 

There was naught to do but a backward loop, 

If I hoped to escape that hail; 

And by inches only I missed that swoop, 

As I came up under his tail. 

But it gave me the chance we both fought for, 
And my Vickers spit streams of steel, 

As I thanked the Fates for the fortunes of war, 
When I saw him begin to reel. 

Though he gained control, and began to vrille, 
Yet I knew that his nerve was gone; 

And the time was due for the final spill 
If I rushed him again head-on. 

But I saw he’d lost all heart for the fight, 

As I trailed him down with the Spad; 

For straight to our field he lined his flight- — 
And I’d made one more “Kamarad” ! 

1918. 


“FAITH OF OUR FATHERS!”* 


“Faith of Our Fathers !” 

Oh, strong let it ring! 

Song of the soldier ! 

The hope that we sing. 

Hymn of the faith in 

the God upon high ; — 

Sing its glad tidings 

though danger be nigh. 

War clouds may lower, 

and battle draw near ; — 

Crash of the conflict 

may roar on the ear. 

Carnage and blood may 

be greeting the dawn ; — 
“Faith of Our Fathers!” 

With hope, carry on ! 

Faith in the cause we 

are fighting for now. 

Strong in the faith of 

our Fathers, we bow. 

Steadfast we stand in 

the contest for Right; — 

Blest may our cause be, 

O God, in Thy sight ! 

*A minister of a prominent church in Indianapolis, upon re- 
turning from Y. M. C. A. work at the front, reported that the 
favorite hymn of the soldiers was “Faith of Our Fathers.” 

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Faith in the strength of 

our Nation at arms; — 
Stout be our battle 

to save it from harm ! 
Faith in the day when 

the war shall be o’er; — 
Welcome awaits on 

our own native shore. 

“Faith of Our Fathers !” 

Blest hope of that land 
Where fires of Freedom’s 

fair blessings are fanned. 
Lighting our way where 

the darkness prevails ; — 
Songs of the soldier 

when battle assails ! 
Calling for all that 

is best in the man ; — 
Helping us fight the 

best fight that we can. 
Hope of a Nation! 

Thy glories entail : 
“Faith of Our Fathers!” 

“The Right must avail !” 


1918. 


DUTY 


Duty ! That mystic word, standing for all, — 
All that the Nation may ask, — 

Of the man who answers his country’s call, 
Or him of the homely task. 

Duty ! That test which the Nation demands 
To the full, of all to-day; 

Learning to do that which Duty commands, 
And doing without delay. 

Duty ! That thing we must all of us know, — 
And knowing, — do full well ; — 

To the end that those we have called to go, 
If doubting, — may doubts dispel. 

Duty ! That slogan the soldier must learn, — 
Learn as a lesson of life; — 

Learn that ’tis only the patient who earn 
The plaudits in worldly strife. 

Duty ! The needle that points the course 
Of the cruise of Life’s short span ; 

Nor seeks to question authority’s source, 

But does the best that it can. 

Duty ! The beacon-light shining ahead, 

That lights the way to the end. 

Brightening the path where Courage has led 
The men on whom all depend. 

Duty! The word that calls for the best, — 
The best that we have to give; — 

Trying our souls with the crucial test, 

That the rights of man may live. 

1918 . 


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“YOU” 


If there shall be some who care not 
For the heartaches left by You, — 
Mind it not. 

Rest assured that never henceforth 
Shall such service as You do, — 

Be forgot. 

If you think we’ll not appreciate 
The sacrifice you made, 

For our sake; 

And You’re thinking that from memory 
We’ll let your record fade, — 

You mistake. 

If You worry o’er the question 
Of the job you left behind, — 

While you’re out ? 

Be content that Yours awaits you; — 
There is nothing else in mind ; — 

Not a doubt. 

For the man who filled Your place while 
You went out to make his fight, — 
Must not stay ; 

When You’re mustered out of service, 
And return with honors bright, — 

On that day. 

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Well we know that in the future 
Our affairs are Yours to run, — 
Here at home. 

And we’ll try to have things ready 
For the Man Behind the Gun, — 
When You come. 

This to YOU, — and God be with you, 
When you meet that craven foe, — 
“Over there.” 

May the God of War protect You, 
Where the tides of battle flow, 

Is our prayer. 

1918 . 


THE GIRL AND THE JOB 

Are you thinking of the girl who took your place, 
When you went away to fight the dirty Hun ? 
Do you know that she’s begun to think her face 
Decorates that job as well as any one? 

And she’s wearing khaki bloomers with a grace 
That made a hit as soon as she begun ; 

So you may expect that girl to set the pace 
In the race of life that all of us must run. 

The boss just couldn’t help himself, you know; 

He took her on for better or for worse. 

He thought she’d wreck the whole eternal show; 

And said things that I may not put in verse. 
But still, “the business must be made to go” — 
She got her orders sharp, and crisp and terse; 
And the way she took that job of yours in tow 
Would surely make a Business Agent curse. 


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Of course she’s got her mind made up to stick, 
And she thinks the job is hers to hold for aye. 

For she hasn’t seen the troubles, coming thick, 
When the khaki boys come home again to stay. 

And sure she thinks ’twould “be a rotten trick” 
To divorce her from the pleasures of pay-day. 

So she feels as safe and solid as a brick, 

In the job she tackled when you went away. 

But this problem need not ever worry you; — 
There’s only one solution, in the end; 

The job is safe with her till war is through, 

And she’ll be a lady still, you may depend. 

So, when you get back home, the thing to do 
If you wish advice from one who is your friend ; 

And your hold upon that job you would renew, — 
Just marry her, and let her homeward trend ! 
1918. 



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THE LUMBERJACK’S FLAG 


I ain’t got a big heft o’ this world’s goods, 

An’ fer sartin, Job’s turkey an’ me 

Would look some alike in the big piney woods, 
But it’s plum sure o’ one thing I be : 

I’ve seen all th’ banners that any man should, 

But th’ one I’ve got swung to that tree, 

Whar I carried ’er up jist as high as I could, 

Is th’ only one I want to see. 

Jist look at ’er flyin’ up thar in th’ breeze! 

She’s mine ! An’ she’s up thar to stay. 

Thar’s none of ’em prouder a sailin’ th’ seas ; 
An’ fer beauty thar’s none half so gay. 

She’s flyin’ fer men that never bend knees 
Fer th’ worship o’ kings any day. 

An, she asks no odds atall, if ye please, 

When we carry ’er into th’ fray. 

I’ve heard th’ Canucks a braggin’ about 
Th’ style o’ their Saint George’s Cross ; 

Which mebbe we might git along without, 

An’ never go broke at th’ loss. 

An’ I’ve seen th’ Chinks with the’r pagan clout, 
Fer th’ which I would not give a toss ; 

But I’m thinkin’ wharever th’ sun shines out 
This old flag o’ mine is th’ boss. 

She flies fer a nation that’s opened th’ door 
To th’ down-trodden men o’ th’ earth. 

An’ we ain’t cared a peg fer th’ name they bore, 
Nor asked of ’em what they was worth. 

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We’ve let all th’ world dump it’s junk on our 
shore ; — 

Some of ’em a nuisance from birth; — 

But I’m dead set ag’in’ lettin’ in any more, 
Without invoicin’ what we’ve got, first. 

But I’ve been hearin’ some o’ one more flag, 

An’ th’ only one under th’ sun, 

That’s carried by bums that hanker to brag 
O’ reforms that they’ve “jist begun.” 

But some day she’s goin’ to hit a snag ; 

Fer I’ve oiled up my old six gun ; 

An’ if I git a sight o’ that old red rag, 

I’ll shoot ’er up once, jist fer fun. 

1918. 


THE AVERAGE MAN 

After all, the real sustaining force, the real 
power behind every progressive national gov- 
ernment is the loyalty of its common people. 
The unflinching and unswerving support of the 
masses, grounded in the supreme conviction that 
their country is the best of all countries, and 
their flag the emblem of the best society that 
flourishes on the face of the earth. To think less 
is not true loyalty. To believe less concedes the 
lack of that supreme faith on the part of its 
people, without which no weak nation may be- 
come strong, and no strong nation may maintain 
its high position among the nations of the earth. 


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Leaders among men there will always be. Men 
born to blaze the way in all periods of great 
moment ; but leaders may not lead without fol- 
lowers to support their leadership. And it is to 
the great mass of followers that all nations must 
pin their faith in the future, and their hope for 
supremacy in the world’s contest for existence. 
In all periods a few men and women stand out as 
pioneers in thought and deed, but history would 
have no place for the shining mark of the “man 
of destiny” had he been deprived of the loyal 
support of the average man. Truly may it be 
said that it has always been the average man who 
has made history through all the ages, but history 
speaks of him only en masse. And while he lives, 
serves and goes to oblivion unheralded and un- 
sung, yet to the average man, to the common 
every-day citizen, the destinies ,of all nations are 
committed. 

When the nimble fingers of Betsy Ross fash- 
ioned the first American flag, with its immortal 
thirteen stars, now grown to forty-eight, and it 
was first drawn to the top of that stately staff 
and proudly flaunted to the breeze, never to be 
lowered in dishonor while American blood runs 
in the veins of free men, it was Washington who 
stood with uncovered head at the foot of that 
flag staff and pledged his all to the cause of Free- 
dom. But that pledge would have been as 
“sounding brass and tinkling cymbals” without 
the presence of the common soldier, the average 


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man of the pioneer citizenship, that was massed 
around him, pledged to follow him even unto 
death in the cause represented by that new-born 
emblem of Liberty. 

To the average man, then, may we ever give 
full credit for the success of our nation in every 
great crisis through which it has gone. To the 
common man, of every-day life; the man who 
says to himself : “That flag is my flag. It repre- 
sents all that I have, all that I am, and all that I 
may ever hope to be. It flies for me, and for my 
children, and for my children’s children. And to 
it I owe the very best that is in me. Where it 
leads I will follow. To it and to its eternal safety 
I commit my life. When it falls, there will I fall 
with it, for hope shall be no more.” 

It was such a man, just an average American 
man, who carried his flag to the top of the tallest 
pine he could find in his beloved forest home, and 
there nailed it to the topmost branch, to flaunt 
the mountain breezes, flying for all free men who 
deserve the blessings of liberty under a govern- 
ment of the people, and by the people, and for 
the people. To such men, uncultured and unlet- 
tered, but true as steel when the acid test of loy- 
alty is applied, have all nations been compelled 
to turn in the last analysis of every great crisis. 


FOURTH LIBERTY LOAN 

Must children die, and mothers plead in vain, 
Whilst in our fair land peace and plenty reign? 
Where deep despair, and anguished death prevail, 
Shall all the world look on without avail ? 

While tortured children beg for bread to-day, 
Shall we, who bask in Plenty’s soothing ray, 
Look on while mothers’ mute appeal strikes 
home, 

And infants’ maimed arms reach to plead we 
come? 

When daughters droop, for worse than death en- 
dured, 

Shall we, then, dare to rest in trust, assured 
That Fate shall not bring home to us, in time, 
As Belgium now has felt that Hunnish crime? 

Lest we forget, ’tis well we look beyond 
That sordid page, where profits yet are conned; 
And see while yet we may ; — and hear the call 
Of those who, while we tarried, gave their all. 

All Europe doth now westward look for aid 
To stay that rush of death, and ruin, made 
By human hands soiled red with virgins’ blood ; 
Shed free amongst the heroes’ sanguine flood. 

Shall we forget the debt we owe to France? 
Shall we refuse to Belgium’s hope enhance? 
Shall we break faith when Saxon blood is shed? 
If so, — in truth America is dead! 

September 24, 1918. 

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THE SOUL OF A NATION 


Oh, thou supreme, unmeasured, intangible thing, 
That may sink to the depths, or rise as the 
steeple ! 

That may grovel the dregs ; — or with honor may 
ring ; — 

The Soul of a Nation : The Will of its People. 
In the image of God was the human race made ; 

With a dominant will o’er all God’s creation. 
And woe unto the man who shall dare to degrade 
The Will of a People: The Soul of a Nation. 

It was given to man to serve in dominion 
Over all of the earth, to the glory of God; 
But despised of mankind is he who would pinion 
The free soul of a man under despotic rod. 
Deep down in the depths of the Soul of a Nation, 
There lies ever a power for good or for ill ; 
But cursed be the man who, for self-exaltation, 
Molds the Will of a People to rend, and to kill. 
1918 . 


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THE COMPOSITE SOUL 


Modern literature, and the world’s journalis- 
tic columns, during the past century or two, with 
characteristic freedom but vagueness of defini- 
tion, have mentioned from time to time a col- 
lective energy termed “The Soul of a Nation.” 
However, most authors have been content to 
leave their readers free to interpret the expres- 
sion without embarrassing details. Really, in 
times of general quietude and national inertia, 
that composite force so aptly named but rarely 
defined, is quite rarely recognized or deemed 
necessary to be reckoned with. But what a dif- 
ference when a national or international crisis is 
presented ! 

Then it is, when history is in the making ; when 
geography is being made and unmade by merci- 
less conquest ; when the fate of races hangs trem- 
bling in the balance; that the Soul of a Nation 
becomes a living, comprehensible and realistic 
thing, intangible still, but a guiding force for 
good or ill. Then it is that we find the Soul of 
a Nation either groveling at the feet of a dom- 
inating piaster, or rising to the emergency with 
that irresistible force that knows no restriction. 
Then it is that we know the Soul of a Nation to 
be the Will of its People. 

This it was that Socrates played upon when 

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he taught the Athenians that democracy was as 
tyrannical as despotism. And none recognized 
so clearly as he, when he graciously drained the 
poisoned cup to the dregs, that he was dying 
upon the mandate of the still perverted com- 
posite Soul of Athens, unconverted by his phi- 
losophy. And he bowed to the Will of the People. 

Caesar, Napoleon and Cromwell all were care- 
ful students of the art of molding the Will of the 
People; an art we invariably find in the real 
statesman, be his ultimate purpose and open prac- 
tises good or bad. But with Caesar the Soul of 
the Roman Nation advanced in morality even 
after Caesar became a degenerate ; and the patri- 
otic principles that the greatest of all Romans 
instilled into the Will of its People, in the end 
accomplished his downfall. Socrates lived in 
advance of the soul of the Athenian nation. 
Caesar failed to keep pace, and perished thereby. 

Of all the nations peopling the earth, probably 
the French present more perplexities when one 
attempts to study the native character, — the gen- 
eral spirit that underlies, yet dominates, when 
reason appears for action in concert for a com- 
mon cause. Always rated by other nations as 
frivolous and care- free, yet no other people 
among civilized humanity can act so promptly, 
so consistently and so determinedly in a given 
course as the French, once the reason for action 
is presented, and the end one of national import. 

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derful facility for sudden transformation of the 
mental state of the people came with the entrance 
of Joan of Arc into the bloody arena of French 
warfare in 1429. The English were preparing, 
with apparent certainty, completely to overrun 
all French territory. The French people were in 
a state of lethargy, born of long and unsuccess- 
ful contests, and had become resigned to the 
somber outlook of a vassal existence. Their king 
was not only impotent as a leader, but indolent 
as a ruler ; and his personality offered no hope to 
his suffering subjects. 

Such were the conditions when a strong and 
vivacious young girl, only seventeen years of age, 
born of peasant parents, suddenly announced that 
she was chosen of God to deliver France from 
her enemies. She may or may not have been of 
normal mind. She probably was not. But she 
affected none of the usual characteristics of the 
political mountebank of those times. Certain it 
is that she at once assumed the concentrated at- 
tention of the masses by demanding nothing for 
herself, but insisting that she had come to show 
her king and his people the way out of their dif- 
ficulties. And with the speed of an avalanche 
the Soul of that nation responded to the call of 
a mind hitherto unknown and unheralded, and in 
a short time the peasant girl from Lorraine had 
led the French armies to victory. And then she 
escorted King Charles to Rheims, where she saw 
him crowned Emperor of all the French. 


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And this same people, a few short months 
later, saw with perfect indifference that young 
girl, who had led them out of the slough of 
despair, turned over to the Inquisition by the 
again ascendent English; and watched her exe- 
cution by fire at the stake, without a hand raised 
to prevent it. Such is the Soul of a Nation. But 
again, nearly five hundred years later, when Gen- 
eral Curieres de Castelnau was in command of 
the defense of the City of Nancy, after two of 
his four sons had fallen, he was approached by 
an officer who started to address him and then 
stood silent with bowed head. The old warrior 
looked at him and with a steady voice said : “Do 
not tell me !” But a moment later asked : “Which 
one is it?” Upon being told which one of his 
sons was the third to fall for France, he looked 
toward the enemy and with the ring of a true 
soldier in his voice, answered: “Thank God, I 
have yet one left for France!” And there again 
spoke the Soul of a Nation through the voice of 
a patriot, willing to give all for the honor of his 
country. 

But earlier even than this manifestation of 
the stirring of the Soul of a Nation, we find 
another instance of the domination of the Will 
of a People which marks one of the earliest mile- 
stones of human liberty. And it marks also the 
earliest instance of written law, guaranteeing the 
rights of man, that has endured to the present 
time. 


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King John was reigning over England at a 
period when that country was rent by both sec- 
ular and religious disturbance. Through the vain 
hope that the Catholic Church might be able to 
assist him in his determination to conquer France, 
this king betrayed his people by the submission 
of servile allegiance to the Roman pontiff, then 
Pope Innocent III ; and actually entered into an 
agreement by which his country became nothing 
more than a fiefdom to the papal see. 

This was even too much for the already down- 
trodden and distressed peasantry of England, 
and among the nobility it engendered open defi- 
ance and hostility. Previous English kings had 
at various times granted certain written conces- 
sions, or charters, in which certain rights were 
guaranteed to all of the people. The first of 
these, of any note, was granted by Henry I, and 
was soon abrogated. It was renewed by Steven, 
and confirmed by Henry II, but again abrogated, 
and the people continued under the yoke of com- 
plete despotism, human liberty being then at a 
very low ebb in the Island Kingdom. 

But with the rebellion of the English nobles 
against the perfidy of their king in 1215, came a 
general arousing of the spirit of all the people. 
And this to an extent in no wise recognized by 
the nobility, who, in the inception of the move- 
ment, looked mainly to the preservation of their 
own inherited rights ; and cared but little for 
the furthering of the legal rights of their retain- 


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ers, and the peasantry in general. But, once 
under way, the movement for a fixed form of 
guaranteed civil government took impetuous 
form in the minds of the entire population. In 
fact, with the exception only of a limited retinue, 
the obnoxious King John soon found himself 
confronted with a united demand, not only from 
practically all his nobles and barons, but sup- 
ported without exception by the prelates of the 
English branch of the Catholic Church. And 
behind the demand from those two governing 
classes for some definite form of constitutional 
government, stood the great mass of the common 
people, insisting, as they had never insisted be- 
fore, that the rights of man in life and property 
be forever guaranteed by written covenant faith- 
fully kept. 

The Soul of a Nation was again aroused. The 
nobles and barons drew up an instrument and 
prepared to submit it to their king for his sig- 
nature. But when they came to the preparation 
of this momentous manuscript the spirit of lib- 
erty was in the air. Those same barons, among 
whom were Sir Robert Fitz-Walter, the Earl of 
Clare, and others, supported by the educated and 
free-thinking Langton, archbishop of Canterbury, 
and other Catholic prelates, found themselves 
writing into that document, that little they knew 
was to stand through countless ages, certain in- 
alienable rights to be guaranteed to the common 
people. 


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And there at Runnymede, when the perfidious 
King John affixed his signature to the Magna 
Charta, he signed a document into which had 
been written the Soul of a Nation and the Will 
of its People. The earliest enduring document 
guaranteeing human liberty had been signed, 
sealed and delivered for all time. That docu- 
ment which has since come to be recognized as 
the forerunner of all governmental constitutions. 

Five hundred and sixty-one years later the 
descendants of that same English peasantry, 
transplanted in search of yet greater freedom to 
the wilderness of the western hemisphere, again 
spoke in no uncertain language the Will of a 
People when they arose in concert to resent tax- 
ation without representation. Colonization had 
been effected here and there on the American 
shores without any attempt at systematic de- 
velopment, set up by some collection of ven- 
turesome spirits, without regard to possible fu- 
ture amalgamation of interests. Communities 
grew and prospered, and cities and towns de- 
veloped. Intercommunication became first an 
incident, and then a recognized necessity. And 
yet, with numerous well-defined systems of local 
government, there existed no concert of action 
or control as a whole. And over all, more or 
less, the mother country maintained a semblance 
of administration. 

But finally came the effort to enforce the 
odious stamp tax. An effort which, while it was 


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attempted in only a limited area of the then 
colonized America, yet showed plainly to all that 
sooner or later all must either submit to it, or 
join in concert in their resentment, and make 
future efforts of a like nature impossible. And 
yet it could not be said that even in the minds 
of the most optimistic there existed any well- 
defined plans for a separate national organiza- 
tion. With sane administration at home the 
British government might have maintained its 
hold upon its American colonies for many years 
longer. How much longer no one may now even 
estimate. But its own government was at that 
time in the hands of a pernicious foreign influ- 
ence of Germanic origin, distrusted and despised 
by the masses of the people, and the crisis could 
not be averted. 

Then came the birth of the Soul of a Nation; 
and the Will of a People, united and determined, 
was written into that immortal document, the 
Declaration of American Independence. Then, 
for the first time in the history of old England, 
the home of the Magna Charta, she found her- 
self confronted with the same spirit that had 
been written into that revered instrument, and 
backed by the same blood, bone and sinew that 
had forced the original concessions from King 
John of old. And be it said to the everlasting 
credit of the masses of the English people, the 
position taken by their government was so un- 
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colonial army proved invincible. And it may be 
well said that the Soul of old England, repre- 
sented by her common people, met in mutual 
sympathy the Soul of the new American nation ; 
and human liberty passed another mile-stone in 
the world’s history. 

But there came yet another period, when the 
Soul of Columbia was to pass through an ordeal 
fraught with more danger than confronted it in 
the days of its birth ; for then it had all to gain 
and nothing to lose in the coming conflict. Free- 
dom could not be claimed to exist save that a 
laxity of administration, born of distant location, 
might be termed freedom of a kind. And na- 
tional unity had not yet especially interested the 
statesmen of the day. But now, for nearly a 
century this land of the Free and home of the 
Brave had passed through the various stages of 
economical and physical development, one people, 
under one flag, until the original thirteen states 
had been augmented by twenty-one thriving and 
prosperous new states, and twelve territories 
with organized governments preparing soon to 
bid for statehood. 

Such was the United States of America when 
the misguided plan of secession was conceived 
by certain prominent statesmen of the South, and 
which, once under way and fed by the ever- 
increasing legal difficulties and social animosities 
engendered by the slave question, soon spread 
like wildfire throughout the slave states. With 


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this tempest of social and political upheaval well 
in the making, Abraham Lincoln took the oath 
of office as president on the fourth day of March, 
1860, and found confronting him political per- 
plexities such as no other man has ever before 
or since been compelled to meet in that position. 

The Will of the People, working in unity as 
it had been for eighty-five years, seemed fast 
separating upon one side or the other of a line 
drawn squarely upon the question of universal 
slavery or general emancipation. The Soul of 
the Nation, to the great sorrow of that nature’s 
nobleman to whom its destinies had been en- 
trusted, seemed to be entering upon an era of 
trial and internal strife such as no other nation 
had met and survived. And the crash came with 
the twelfth day of April, 1861, when Fort Sum- 
ter was fired upon by those who were determined 
that national unity should not longer prevail. 

And then came four years of civil war such 
as no nation had ever known before. Sorrow 
and suffering became common visitors in the 
homes of the people all over the land. Brave 
men by the hundreds of thousands went to their 
death, always and each sincere in their convic- 
tion that they were laying down their lives for a 
just cause. Misguided as the cause of the South 
must be conceded to have been, it must also be 
conceded that the great mass of the Southern 
people were but the faithful followers of a small 
coterie of ambitious statesmen whose foremost 


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thought was not of the destinies of their country, 
but rather of their own personal ambitions. 

But with all the sorrow and distress that came 
with that awful conflict, an All-Wise Providence 
seemed to be guiding the Soul of the Nation 
through even a higher sphere than the Will of 
the People. Then divided against itself, the 
Union born at Faneuil Hall and Bunker Hill 
finally prevailed in the right; and in the end 
peace came again, with a united people giving 
thanks to Heaven under the protecting folds of 
one flag, the world’s brightest banner of freedom. 
One nation, one people and one flag, preserved 
for a day when all the rest of the civilized world 
should with outstretched hands cry in anguish: 
“Help, or we perish!” 

Thus far we have been dealing with concrete 
examples of the molding of the Soul of a Nation 
upon lines that make for the common good and 
the uplift of the human race. How much pleas- 
anter it would be could we dismiss the subject 
with that ennobling view alone! But we are 
forced, by world events of recent years, to turn 
to the analysis of the Soul of one more nation, 
and here we find what seems ample proof that 
the Will of a People, under careful direction of 
debased and unscrupulous leaders, may at least 
in some instances be molded upon lines that make 
only for common degradation in the end, and 
universal contempt among the nations of the 
earth. 


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Many centuries ago there roamed the wild 
fastnesses and bleak plains of north-central Eu- 
rope numerous hardy tribes of men, light of 
complexion and strong of stature, and of whose 
origin, or ancestry, the modern world seems 
strangely in doubt. But the world was forced 
to take them into account when, early in the 
Christian era, they began their periodical forays 
out of their forest and mountain retreats down 
into and over the fertile plains of southern Eu- 
rope. And mighty warriors they were, with their 
women, great blonde amazons, screaming their 
war songs in the wake of their legions, and ever 
urging them on to new conquests. To conquests 
that seemed never ending, for an analysis of the 
history and ethnology of Italy, France, Spain 
and England, at the beginning of the fourteenth 
century, when those countries may be said to 
have entered the modern era of their history, 
shows a strange admixture of this wild Teutonic 
blood among all of these nations. 

But the wide variations in the national char- 
acteristics of these countries, as they have grad- 
ually developed to present conditions, only prove 
with more force and effect the rule that environ- 
ment, necessity and suggestion constitute a tri- 
unity control over the human mind. It is but a 
fifty-minute ride from Dover to Calais, and one 
may cross the Rhine at any point in five minutes, 
and from Paris to Rome is an air flight of but 
two or three hours. Yet the transformation in 


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language, customs, traditions, and even physical 
appearance, that one encounters at either end of 
one of these trips seems enough to warrant the 
belief that none of these peoples could have ever 
had anything in common, to say nothing of a 
common language and tradition. True it is, of 
course, that each of these countries have also 
strong strains of the Latin blood, and in France 
and Spain, particularly the latter, the Moorish 
strain is plainly discernible in language, habit 
and architecture. But the wild winds of con- 
quest sowed the seed of the Teuton over all 
southern and western Europe, and, like the 
thistle and the nettle, where once it has been 
sown it may never be uprooted. Fortunately for 
America, the strongly major portion of that 
blood that came to us, came chastened with a 
realization of the despotic trend of the institu- 
tions they left behind; and came prepared to 
adopt the American ideas of “life, liberty and the 
pursuit of happiness” to the full. 

But it should never be forgotten that, with 
the exception of what we find handed down in 
the Roman law to a limited degree, we must look 
to these same Teutonic tribes for the first evi- 
dences of a rule by common convention to which 
we may trace our own free institutions. Crude 
as we find it in the earlier centuries of the Chris- 
tian era, it must be remembered that it is to these 
Germanic tribal communities, with their love for 
personal liberty, that we owe the delivery of 


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Europe from an orientalized and decadent Ro- 
man sway that bid fair at one time to enslave 
the entire world. 

Leading up to .the fourteenth century, A. D., 
there still existed in all of what is now Germanic 
territory, the significant evidences of a general 
demand from the people for communal rule. But 
with that era there came signs of the workings 
of a few master minds running counter to the 
traditional rights of the people to rule over, and 
decide upon, their own destinies. And with the 
sixteenth century we are able to discover, be- 
ginning with the ascendency of Prussia over the 
other Germanic states, that peculiar and insidi- 
ous transformation of the mentality of the Ger- 
man people which reached its culmination under 
the reign of Wilhelm II, the now dethroned 
Kaiser and the last of the Hohenzollerns. 

Of the reigns of Frederick William, the Great 
Elector, Frederick I, of Prussia, and Frederick 
William I, little need be said in this connection 
other than that they each contributed in some 
measure to the physical strength and temporal 
sway of the Prussian state. And the further 
observation that as to the latter it may be safely 
said that in his reign we find the first real trace 
of that almost insane desire of the Prussian for 
great armies and military conquest. Wholly 
without education, and despising culture in all of 
its phases, this monarchal boor bent his energies 
to but two ends only ; and throughout his career 


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distinguished himself mainly by the amassing of 
a strong national treasury, and the formation of 
an army equaled in training and equipment by 
none other of that period. 

Upon ascending the throne he put on the uni- 
form of his army, and he wore it to the day of 
his death. This was prompted by the crude 
design of a militarist monarch to inspire in his 
people a feeling of the highest regard for all 
things military; the first open and indisputable 
evidence of the Hohenzollern plan for the mold- 
ing of the Will of the People for definite military 
ends. It is said of him that “he first made a 
Prussian proud to be a Prussian.” It may also 
be said that it only required the activities of his 
descendants unto the seventh generation to make 
Prussianism a synonym for all that is base and 
despicable in the human family. And let it be 
remembered, in this connection, that the respon- 
sibility for the events that led to the downfall of 
the Hohenzollern dynasty should be laid alone at 
the feet of Prussian junkerism. All other sources 
and all other agencies may be dismissed as sec- 
ondary, and largely compulsory. 

The succeeding seven reigns of the Prussian 
kings, during which there developed by conquest 
and aggression the ultimate German Empire 
with Prussia always the dominating influence, 
marked the most comprehensive and deliberate 
corruption of a great nation to selfish and un- 
worthy ends that the world will ever see. But 


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with it came also a spirit of moral and mental 
discipline which, had it been guided wholly in 
right lines, should have made Germany in fact 
the foremost nation on the face of the earth in 
many respects. 

When Frederick II, termed Frederick the 
Great, succeeded his father, Frederick William I, 
he brought to the throne for the first time a 
routine of action that really meant for the gen- 
eral betterment of the German people. He lent 
his aid to the enacting of wholesome laws, and 
the institution of seats of learning. He encour- 
aged agriculture by the furnishing of horses and 
equipment to his impoverished nobles. He en- 
couraged the manufacture of the textiles and of 
porcelain. And he put into operation a tariff 
system for the protection of the manufacturing 
interests of his country. But with all this he 
ever kept before the minds of his immediate 
coterie of official and military officers the one 
idea that all this must be done before Germany 
could be made the world power that she was 
“destined to be.” 

Truly it may be said that Germany appeared 
to have no definite national policy subsequent to 
the death of Frederick the Great in 1786, until 
the advent of Prince Bismarck upon the stage of 
world politics in 1862. Succeeding Prussian 
kings following Frederick the Great came and 
passed into eternity, following much the bent of 


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their predecessors, until in 1861 came William I 
to the throne. And in the second year of his 
reign there appeared on the scene as Chancellor 
of the German Empire a figure that was destined 
to make history as no other man has made it, in 
the opinion of many historians. 

With the elevation of Bismarck to the Chan- 
cellorship it may be safely claimed that the plan 
to make Germany the ultimate ruler of all the 
world first began to assume definite form, and 
to proceed along well-defined lines. He it was 
that located the diplomatic chessboard of Euro- 
pean politics in Berlin, and there checked the 
moves of his political adversaries with unerring 
accuracy. He it was that conceived the before 
unheard-of plan of so supervising and arranging 
the future royal marriages of Europe as to give 
to Germany in each instance some additional 
element of power in European politics. He it 
was that first foresaw in the United States of 
America the only real obstacle to Germany’s 
world-wide aspirations. And during all his life 
he deplored the fact that his government did not 
interfere upon the side of the Confederacy in 
our Civil War, to the end that our unity might 
have been then forever destroyed. 

But it remained for Wilhelm II, who ascended 
the throne on June 15th, 1888, after a brief reign 
of three months by his father, Frederick III, to 
conclude in all its brutal details that plan for 


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corrupting the Soul of a Nation, which he had 
inherited from his forefathers. Wisely and well 
had the astute and sagacious Bismarck builded 
his fabric of diplomatic intrigue. With the finesse 
of a master mind had he welded together the 
various states of the Empire. Slowly and in- 
sidiously, but none the less surely, had he created 
a system of public school instruction based upon 
future military necessity, and teaching always the 
utter subversion of the Will of the People to the 
caprice of the king. And with such a system well 
in hand by its arch director, Wilhelm II came on 
the scene, impetuous, impatient, and determined 
to force the issue upon the lines laid down by 
his faithful, but in his opinion, too phlegmatic 
chancellor. 

The natural result was an estrangement which 
culminated in the retirement of Bismarck from 
public life. And then came the beginning of the 
end. The Will of the People had passed to the 
caprices of one man, and he without one appar- 
ent trait of character to warrant such a respon- 
sibility. With unlimited power of despotism at 
his command, although cloaked with a pretended 
representative government; with an oligarchy of 
financiers and landed proprietors in complete sym- 
pathy with his nefarious plans; with the largest 
army the world had ever seen, and a navy of sec- 
ond, if not first magnitude; little wonder it is 
that the world conflagration that he had planned 
for could not be long delayed. And the Soul of 


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a Nation, the Will of its People, followed this 
man into that maelstrom of death and destruc- 
tion, only to emerge in four years degraded be- 
yond measure at home, and despised to the utter- 
most ends of the earth. 


THE MARINES 


If you’re out hunting trouble in goodly amount, 
And you care not so much how you do it; 

Or should you of danger take little account, 

The Marines will at once lead you to it. 

When we find trouble brewing in any old place, 
The Marines are right there to get in it ; 

And when somebody’s wanted to first set the 
pace, 

The Marines are on hand to begin it. 

When old Vera Cruz needed cleaning, that day, 
There was only one way to quick action ; 

So of course the Marines got the job straight 
away, 

And the Greasers we drove to distraction. 

If down somewhere in Cuba they kick up a muss, 
And somebody is needed to clean it ; 

The Marines tackle in, without feathers or fuss, 
And every one knows that we mean it. 

And should Panama act like she’s due for a jam, 
Or if Mexico starts out to bump us; 

The Marines must get on to the job at the dam, 
Or we lose a dam site in the rumpus. 

For what good’s a canal, now, without a dam 
site? 

And we’d better a dam site look after ; 

Than to lose a dam site, and get in a jam right, 
With a bunch of red-pepper-fed grafters. 

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So a dam site of value, we’re bound to protect, 

For we can’t give a dam by donation; 

And who but Marines would they dare to select, 

To protect a dam site for the Nation? 

But you ought to have seen what we did to the 
Hun, 

The first time we got into the fracas ! 

For they learned some new games in American 
fun, 

But they didn’t know just how to take us. 

And they seem slow to learn, and we think never 
will, 

For the taking will all be on this side. 

And we’re out on the hunt for old Leather Face 
Bill; 

So what are we offered for his hide? 

1918. 


ROOSEVELT 


A heart always faithful and fearless ; 

A mind of the fiber of steel. 

A soul of the patriot, peerless, 

When Liberty made her appeal. 

A man who was proud of his nation ; 

A man whom his nation revered. 

A man who could rise to occasion 
When danger to Nation appeared. 

A man whom the World loved to honor ; 

A man to whom monarchs deferred. 

A man, although born to the manor, 

His voice for the masses was heard. 

A soul that could look to the morrow 
With no fear of past to betide. 

The World bowed with us in our sorrow, 
When Theodore Roosevelt died. 
January 6, 1919. 


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ROOSEVELT 

Theodore Roosevelt : 

Born in the city of New York, October 27, 1858. Assistant 
secretary of the navy in April of 1897, and when war was de- 
clared against Spain in 1898 after the sinking of the Maine, he 
organized and recruited the First United States Cavalry Volun- 
teers, better know as the Rough Riders, and went with it to 
Cuba, where he served as its leader, with the rank of lieutenant- 
colonel, and led it at the battle of San Juan Hill. Upon the 
death of President McKinley by assassination he became presi- 
dent on September 14, 1901. He was again elected president in 
1904, his term beginning March 4, 1905. He died after a few 
hours’ illness at his home. Sagamore Hill, near Oyster Bay, 
New York, on January 6, 1919. 



HE DOESN'T KNOW THIS WAR IS ON 


I know a farmer blessed with means, 
With cattle sleek, and pastures green, 

A handsome home, and well kept lawn ; — 
But: 

He doesn’t know this war is on! 

I know a doctor who, it seems, 

Is prospering beyond the dreams 
Of any other in this town ; — 

But : 

He doesn’t know this war is on! 

I know a man whose wealth was made 
By discount hard, and shady trade, 

And other means of less renown; — 

But: 

He doesn’t know this war is on! 

I know a man whose ample wealth 
His neighbors think he got by stealth, 
And divers means that seem unknown ; — 
But : 

He doesn’t know this war is on! 

I know a merchant of repute 
Whose credit is beyond dispute, — 
Whose word you may depend upon; — 
But : 

He doesn’t know this war is on ! 

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I know a lawyer, spare and lean, 

With practise good, and mostly clean, 

And fees the highest here around ; — 

But: 

He doesn’t know this war is on ! 

I know a banker down the street, 

Who likes with ready palm to greet, 

As customers are come and gone; — 

But : 

He doesn’t know this war is on ! 

I know a man who prays so loud 
You look to see him soar the clouds, — 

In golden chariot rise thereon; — 

But : 

He doesn’t know this war is on! 

And I’ve been thinking, now and then, 

That we should have that sort of men 
Interned before another dawn; — 

Just : 

To show them that a war is on. 

1918. 





THE ABUSE OF POWER 


It is given to man to rule over nations, 

For the good of mankind, and uplift of the 
race ; 

And accursed be the man to abuse that relation, 
For the purpose of pelf, or the power of place. 
For he who rates lowly his stern obligation, 
To favor with fairness, and govern with grace; 
Must meet, in the end, with a just degradation, 
And fall from his pedestal foul with disgrace. 

’Tis known by the scanning of history’s pages 
That kings are impotent when masses rebel ; 
And many’s the ruler who found that the wages 
Of sin are death, as from favor he fell. 

Full many a time, through the pale of the ages, 
Have monarchs been tempted their honor to 
sell ; 

But those who have ruled with the wisdom of 
sages, 

Have gone to eternity honored full well. 

1918. 


COUNTING THE COST 

When this war is over, what will it mean then 
To live in a country despised by all men? 

To know that the symbol of Cain has been 
burned 

On your brow, as a mark for the ages to 
spurn ? 

Have you counted the cost in the end? 

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When this war is over, think you there will be 
A place on the face of the earth open free 
To the nation of brutes that crippled child- 
hood? 

That ravished as only wild savages could? 
Have you pondered the Nations’ decree? 

When this war is over, then hope you to meet 
The civilized peoples, as gentlemen greet? 
With the blood of babes crying dark from the 
mold ? 

With the murder of Edith Cavell on your 
souls ? 

Have you counted the cost of defeat? 

When this war is over, think you that the loss 
Of the nurses you killed while wearing the Cross, 
Will pass from the mem’ry of man in a day? 
Have you thought of the penalties yet to pay ? 
Have you figured results by the cost? 

When this war is over, then hope you to call 
On a humane God, from the depths of the pall 
Your demons have spread over Europe’s fair 
face? 

You! Reviled by all men! The scourge of the 
race ! 

Have you pondered the price of it all ? 

When this war is over, think you there is one 
Place in all the world that will welcome the Hun ? 
Despised of mankind ! Of all felons the worst ! 
Abhorred of the earth ; and by Heaven ac- 
cursed ! 

Have you pondered your place when it’s done ? 
1918. 


PEACE 


There is no peace, where hate 

and lust and crime abound ; — 
Where war is first, in thought 

and deed ; and truth not found. 
There is no peace, where Man 

betrays his Maker’s creed ; — 
Where soul and self are sold 

to sate a Nation’s greed. 

There is no peace, where might 

makes right ; and honor gauged 
By selfish aims ; and youth 

is taught that war is waged 
As holy right. Where pelf 

and power tempt the mind 
To deeds of blood, while love 
is dead, and virtue blind. 

There is no peace, where 

nations stoop to violate 
The sacred rights that God 

hath given sister states ; — 

That gold may flow in 

endless stream to their domain; 
While dark despair, and vice 

and death stalk in their train. 

There is no peace, where 

man is worshiped over God ; — 
Where Liberty lies crushed 
beneath despotic rod. 

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Where kings demand that 

subjects give their lives in turn 
For conquest waged, that 

Power’s flame may brighter burn. 

There is no peace, while crowned 
heads play at pitch and toss 
With human rights. While weeping 
widows mourn their loss; 

And Freedom’s banner trails 

the dust before the blast 
Of fire and sword that marks 

the place where Hun has passed. 

There is no peace, till God 

hath laid his curse upon 
The Beast in human form ; and 
Prussian rule is gone. 

Till then we pray, and still 

in honor’s name fight on ; — 

Till Freedom’s banner o’er 

the Earth shall greet the dawn. 

1918. 


HOW THE DEVIL DISCOVERED 
“KULTUR” 

The Devil conceived the idea one day, 

Of enlarging his realm in a practical way ; 

So he sent his Chief Imp out a spying, 

To find just the place that would never say nay, 
When accounts were cast up, and the Devil to 

pay, 

And where crime ranged from murder to lying. 

It must be a place that would welcome the rule 
Of his Satanic Majesty’s devilish school 
Of diplomacy, false and maligning. 

Where honor has come to be sophistry’s tool, 

And the troth of a nation submerged in the pool 
Of chicanery, base and designing. 

Where virtue has come to be reckoned for 
naught ; 

Where the vices of man are religiously taught; 

Where debauchery reigns in the classes. 

Where the smile of a king may be bartered and 
bought ; 

Where lust, and the horrors with which it is 
fraught; 

Runs amuck with its rule of the masses. 

He found a whole people all ready to sell 
The soul of its honor to bottomless hell ; 

And become among nations a vulture ! 

Then the Imp scuttled back to headquarters to 
tell 

How he’d finished his work so exceedingly well : 
“And they’re calling this awful thing ‘kultur’ !” 

1918. 


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“HONORABLE PEACE” 


We can not talk peace with the Beast of Prey 
Who has set all the world on fire. 

There can be no peace, with the Beast at bay, 
While the flames are mounting higher. 

Our men of iron have made the fight, 

That time no more shall see the flight, 

Of that detested Bird of Night, 

With all its base desire. 

The world must know that the demons of hate 
Are vanquished, once and for all. 

And the world must know that the hand of fate 
Lays hard with relentless fall. 

The fight now made must see the end 
Of earthly kings who dare to send 
Their minions forth to kill and rend, 

And spread their bloody pall. 

It would ill befit us to grasp the palm 
That reeks with the blood of man. 

Or to deal with him who felt not a qualm 
When he ravished a peaceful land. 

It ill befits our proud estate, 

That first from us should emanate 
The will to dare to palliate 
The wrongs our allies stand. 

Then why do we hearken the siren song 
Of the murderous band at bay? 

Must the world conceive we forget the wrong 
That was done on that awful day? 

“They shall not pass !” was uttered when 
The Soul of France felt darkest trend : — 
So, not until the knee they bend, 

Shall we dare make delay. 

October 18, 1918. 


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THE DEVOLUTION OF A KAISER 

Germany once had a Kaiser, — 

Very grand; 

With a Ludendorff, adviser, — 

In command. 

So he thought he’d take a gamble 

On the proper time to amble 

Over Europe in a ramble 
Through the land. 

He had raised a mighty army, — 

Of a kind. 

And he acted rather stormy, — 

In his mind. 

For this Kaiser had a notion, 

When he got the thing in motion, 

He could conquer land and ocean, — 

He opined. 

But he met a little trouble, — 

On the way; 

For the Belgians pricked his bubble, 
The first day. 

Though his monster cannon thundered, 

’Twas not long until he wondered : 

“Can mein Ludendorff haf blundered? 
Nix fer shtay!” 

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But the Kaiser still insisted 
He could win. 

Though King Albert’s men resisted, — 
He came in. 

And the awful roar of battle 
Rent the air with rifle’s rattle, 

While they murdered men like cattle, 
’Mid the din. 

And the Hunnish hordes came thicker, — 
To the fight. 

And the battle’s roar came quicker, — 
Day and night. 

But that Kaiser’s hopes were ended, 
Where the men of France defended; 

Alb as Jofifre had intended, 

In his might. 

But the Kaiser and his henchmen 
Still fought on. 

Though his hope to beat the Frenchmen 
Now was gone. 

But his chances still grew slimmer, 

And the light of hope grew dimmer, 

For ’twas Haig showed him the glimmer 
Of the dawn. 

Then came Pershing with his army 
Of the Yanks. 

And he dressed ’em up with Tommy 
And his tanks. 

Then the Kaiser felt a shiver 
Down his spinal column quiver, 

And he started for the River’s 
Farthest bank. 


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So we now may end this story, — 

As we would. 

And to Foch we give the glory, — 

As we should. 

For this Kaiser, once a wonder ( ?) 
Now would hide with all his plunder, 
Wilhelmina’s wide skirts under, — 

If he could. 


1918. 



GENERAL GRANT 

Ulysses S. Grant: 

Born April 27, 1822, at Point Pleasant, Clermont County, Ohio. 
Entered West Point Military Academy May 30, 1839. Commis- 
sioned second lieutenant in Fourth Infantry, United States 
Army, in 1843. Served with that regiment in the Mexican War. 
Later was commissioned a captain, and then retired to private 
life. Was residing at Galena, 111., when the Civil War began. 
Aided Governor Yates in raising and equipping early Illinois 
regiments, and was himself commissioned colonel of the Twenty- 
first Illinois Volunteer Infantry early in 1861. Commissioned 
brigadier-general May 17, 1861. Commissioned major-general 
February 16, 1862, and rose to supreme command of the federal 
army, which position he held to the end of the war. Was in- 
augurated president of the United States March 4, 1869. Again 
inaugurated president March 4, 1873. Died July 23, 1885, at 
Mount McGregor, N. Y. Is buried in a tomb in Riverside Park, 
fronting on the Hudson, in New York City. 


KEEP WATCH ON THE RHINE 


When war shall have passed from the habit of 
man, 

When peace is descended o’er all of the land, 
When the Will of God reigneth benign ; 
When Prussian bows lowest to yoke of defeat, 
When all other peoples with honor may meet, 
Let the Nations keep watch on the Rhine! 

If danger no more shall lurk under the sea, 

If man seemeth now to forever be free, 

If the Prussian seems free from design; 

If. favor he pray for in tone of despair, 

If bow he in meekness, and peace seemeth there, 
Let the N ations keep watch on the Rhine ! 

Though men of the earth dwell in brotherly love, 
Though blessings of God cometh down from 
above, 

Though sweet freedom in glory may shine; 
Though races may join in a union of peace, 
Though horrors of war seem forever to cease, 
Let the Nations keep watch on the Rhine! 

Till ocean abandons its white bleaching shore, 
Till land in its beauty shall flourish no more, 
Till the sky shows eternity’s sign; 

Till the earth in the end is devoured by fire, 

Till man meets Jehovah in mansions up higher, 
Shall the Nations keep watch on the Rhine! 

“Die Wacht am Rhine” of the future. 


1919. 


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— French Pictorial Service. 


FIELD-MARSHAL FOCH 

Ferdinand Foch: 

Born October 2, 1851, at Tarbes (Hautes Pyrenees), near the 
Spanish border in France. He enlisted as a private soldier in 
the war with Prussia in 1870, and chose the military as a life- 
work when that war was ended. He was chosen by Marshal 
Joffre as his second in command, in October of 1914, and placed 
in command of the group of armies of the north, where he co- 
ordinated the French offensive and defensive with the British 
and Belgians. On March 26, 1918, he was chosen as supreme 
commander of all the Allied forces on the western front, in 
which position he directed all the Allied armies to the end of 
the war. He was made a marshal on August 6, 1918. At the 
battle of the Marne in September of 1914 he was in supreme 
command of the field, and his central division, under General 
Petain, broke the German advance. 



FIELD-MARSHAL HINDENBTTRC, 



WAR IS OVER 

“The war is over !” the wires flashed : 

And then the roar of the answer crashed 
From coast to coast in a mighty wave. 

The heavens echoed the shout they gave 
For the end that at last had come. 

From the marts and mills our people poured, 
As swiftly was passed the joyful word 
That the tyrant’s knee at last was bent ; 

And his “will to war” at last was spent, 

To the sound of the muffled drum. 

’Tis a wondrous sight that fills the street, 

As from every point the great throngs meet ; 
Wild with the joy of a hope delayed; — 
Wild with the rapture the news has made 
That the world is at peace again. 

There was the mother whose face, with joy 
Was lit, by the thought that now her boy 
Might yet return to her aching heart, 
Knowing that well he had done his part 
In the war, as a man among men. 

There was the girl with the one-star pin, 
Screaming her joy ’mid the awful din ; 

Wild with delight that the day seemed near, 
When the boy whose love she held: so dear 
Would come back to his lady fair. 

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There was the soldier of manly mien ; — 

His brave face showing emotions between 
The joy that around him swept along, 

And the deep regret of a soldier strong 
Who had longed to be “over there.” 

And there was the veteran, old and gray, 
Whose mind went back to the one great day 
When he marched the streets of Washington, 
At “right-shoulder arms” his trusty gun, 

That he’d carried the Great War through. 

And with warrior’s eye he saw again 
That glorious day when Grant and his men 
Were met with the Nation’s wild acclaim 
When, fresh from victory, home they came 
From the task they had set to do. 

But I saw a mother’s tear-dimmed eye, 

As the wildly cheering crowd swept by. 

And I knew that joy was not for all, 

For beyond that scene I saw the pall 
That the dragon of war had spread. 

And then I knew that though time may heal 
The horrors of war we now may feel ; — 

That though the harvest of death be o’er, 
And time may pass as it passed before, 

It can never give back the dead. 

1918. 



GEORGE WASHINGTON 

Born February 22, 1732, at Bridge’s Creek, Westmoreland 
County, Virginia. Received but a meager education, excelling, 
however, in mathematics. Prepared himself for the work of a 
surveyor, and by doing that class of work for the English landed 
proprietors of Virginia colony he came in contact with men and 
women of culture and statesmanship experience, and profited 
greatly thereby. He served as an officer with General Braddock 
in the French and Indian war; and after that general’s death 
at the battle of Fort Duquesne succeeded, by his knowledge of 
woodcraft and Indian fighting, in getting the army of the colony 
off without annihilation. When the Revolutionary War began he 
was placed in supreme command of the colonial forces in that 
war for American independence, and successfully mastered what 
seemed insurmountable difficulties. He was elected the first 
president of the new American republic, and was inaugurated 
April 30, 1789, and inaugurated for a second term March 4, 
1793. A third term was tendered him, which he refused, and 
retired to his country estate at Mount Vernon, Va., where he 
died on December 14, 1799. He was buried on the Mount Ver- 
non estate, which is now the property of the United States 
government and a favorite mecca for patriotic tourists and lib- 
erty-loving people from all over the world. His patriotic exam- 
ple in refusing a third term in the presidency was adopted by 
the people as an unwritten law of patriotic and political ethics 
which has not been broken to this time. 



THE “LEAGUE O’ NATIONS” 


I’m thinkin’ purty much o’ late 

’Bout this here “League o’ Nations” ; 
An’ how our good old Ship o’ State 
Is sailin’ some gyrations 
All ’round th’ Sea o’ Politics, 

An’ breakers rollin’ mountains; 

With rudder busted into sticks, 

An’ driftin’ sort o’ wanton. 

We’ve spent a heap o’ time to git 
This ship’s crew all together, 

An’ git her manned so we c’d hit 
Th’ gale in any weather. 

Now, we can’t box th’ compass, though 
I don’t see any reason; 

An’ that old Doctrine o’ Monroe 
Seems sort o’ out o’ season. 

If neighbor Jones’ brindle bull 

Should break out some fine mornin’, 
An’ start to ragin’ ’round, we’d pull 
Th’ dinner-bell fer warnin’; 

But when we got th’ bull penned in, 
Back safe in Jones’ pasture, 

We’d say: “Now there’s yer bull agin, 
Take keer o’ him hereafter!” 

We wouldn’t go to campin’ out 
All ’round th’ Jones plantation, 

To keep a tellin’ Jones about 
Th’ cause o’ devastation. 

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We’d help ’im fix th’ busted fence 
That brindle bull had scuppered; 

An’ then we’d show our common sense 
By hikin’ home to supper. 

An’ so I think that we’d do best 
To clean up while we’re cleanin’; 

An’ fumigate that Potsdam nest, 

An’ finish up th’ gleanin’; 

But after that, I’d say to “J ones ” : 

“Now there’s yer bull ! We’ve tied ’im 
Our Doctrine we’ll keep for our own. 
You keep th’ bull! We’ve tried ’ im !” 
1919. 


WELCOME TO THE VICTORS 

Oh, ye left us with hearts 
Fired high with a zeal 
For Humanity’s cause in the war ; 

And ye went where the roar, 

’Mid the crashing of steel, 

Rent the air to the heavens afar. 

Oh, ye left us to battle 
For home and its weal, 

Lest the will of the tyrant should mar ; 
And ye answered the call 
Of despairing appeal, 

That the World cast to Liberty’s star ! 



TRIUMPHAL ARCH 
“Welcome to the Victors” 


Ye have gone where the fortunes 
Of war made decree, — 

Where the revel of death reigned supreme ; 

Ye have walked where the 
Grim Reaper beckoned to thee, 

In the rush of each passing shell’s scream. 

Ye have stood in the 

Midnight, awaiting to see 
The massed foe by the rocket’s red gleam ; 

And the Stars and Stripes 
Proudly in honor waved free, 

In the light of the morning’s first beam. 

Now ye come for the welcome 
That well ye have earned, 

And the hearts of a nation beat true, 

By the hearth-stones where 
Brightly the home-fires burned, 

While the hazards of war ye came through. 

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Ye have triumphed in glory, 

And homeward have turned, 
From the task that we sent ye to do. 
For the comrades ye left there, 
Your nation has mourned; — 

A true Welcome we hail now to you ! 
May 7, 1919. 


THE BOLSHEVIK 

If Diogenes were hunting 

For the meanest man in town, 

With his lantern trimmed and burning, 
As he tramped the town around ; 

I could make but one suggestion 
If we met and chanced to speak : 

I would just call his attention 
To the brawling Bolshevik. 

If Diogenes were searching 
For the worst of human kind, 
Through the byways and the hedges 
For the worst that he could find ; 

And by accident I happened 
To encounter the old Greek, 

I would just make casual mention 
Of the baleful Bolshevik. 

If Diogenes were spying 
In and out among the slums, 

For the lowest brand of human 
He could find among the bums ; 

And he asked for my opinion 
On the way to find the freak, 

I’d suggest he search the cellars 
For a sneaking Bolshevik. 


THE OUTLAWED NATION 


If Diogenes were seeking 

For the scum of Mother Earth, 
With a record as a nuisance 
Now, and since his day of birth ; 
And he had to have a sample 
That with dirtiness would reek, 
The solution would be easy : 

I’d commend the Bolshevik. 

If Diogenes of Athens 

Should come back to earth again, 
Seeking out, through all the nations, 
For the rarest type of men 
To mount guard upon the Kaiser, 
Where the lost in terror shriek; 

I could think of nothing better 
Than the burly Bolshevik. 


THE LITTLE DOUGHNUT GIRL 


I went through the bloomin’ fracas, 
From Thierry to the Rhine; 

And the trimmin’ that we gave ’em 
Was a hummer, you will find ; 

But of all the folks that mixed up 
In that beastly bloody swirl, 

I can not forget the graces 
Of the little Doughnut Girl. 

If I met my old-time captain 
As I passed along the street, 

I might hail him sort o’ casual, 

Just as cronies sometimes greet; 

But I hope to see the ending 
Of this bloomin’ bloody world, 

If I fail to lift my chapeau 
To the little Doughnut Girl ! 

I may have done a lot o’ things 
That a fellow hadn’t ought ; 

And left a lot o’ things undone, 

For the which I should ha’ thought ; 

But I’ll knock th’ bloomin’ block ofif 
Of the first pin-headed churl, 

That I hear a-makin’ cracks at 
Any little Doughnut Girl ! 

I have seen the worst of mankind, 

And I’ve gone the pace that kills. 

I have fought the dirty squarehead 
Through the wood and o’er the hills. 

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— Courtesy of the Salvation,Army. 

THE LITTLE DOUGHNUT GIRL 


A fighting man is always hungry, but he doesn’t always get 
to eat. The boys who went into that hell on earth for the rest 
of us say it was a race between the first aid stations and 
the Salvation Army lass with her hot doughnuts, to see which 
could keep closest to the firing-line. Ask any boy with an over- 
seas cap on about it, and then listen to what he says. The poem 
on the opposite page was written after the author had listened 
a few minutes to a squad of them, who persistently refused to 
talk about their own adventures, but immediately grew both 
forceful and picturesque when some one mentioned the dough- 
nut girl. An attempt has been made to retain the picturesque, 
but possibly some of the force has been lost. 



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I’ve had my fling with social swells, 

And I’m done with dukes and earls ; 

But Ed hang as high as Hainan 
For the little Doughnut Girls ! 

I’ve done my bit for Uncle Sam, 

Three thousand miles away. 

I have had my fill o’ fightin’, 

And I’m home this time to stay. 

I think they’d have to drag me in, 

For another such a whirl * 

But I’d wade through hell barefooted 
For the little Doughnut Girl ! 

1919. 

A/ ' ; 

i S 


THE SLACKERS’ RETREAT* 


’Tis the slackers’ retreat 
That we’ll not be forgetting ; 

With nothing to eat, — 

And our presence just letting 
Because of the coin that 
We had for the spending; — 

The lucre we’d made at 
The job of defending 
That Slackers’ Retreat on the coast. 


We found when we landed 
That we’d been deceiving 
Ourselves, and were stranded 
Where just the relieving 
Us quick of our dough 
Was their only intention. 

The reception, we know, 

Wasn’t hardly worth mention ; 

And the “welcome” was surely a roast. 


So whatever you do, 

While hiking the mazes 
Of the future life through, 

Just remember the places 
That skinned us the meanest, 

And panned us the quickest; 

That frisked us the cleanest, 

And trimmed us the slickest; — 

Where they did us up browner than toast ! 

1918 . 


‘Written at the especial request of a returned overseas sol- 
dier whom the author met on a train between Cincinnati and 
Indianapolis. He was on his way home “to Terre Haute and 
Ma,” and wanted everybody to know it, and the above just 
about covers his graphic description of his experience at the 
port where he was landed on his return. 

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On the dark and drear morasses 
By the shores of Baltic Sea, 

Where the Storm God’s anger passes, 
And the Ice King reigneth free, 

There was born a rustic nation, 

Strong of limb and stout of heart; 

Little known of Earth’s creation, 

Yet, of Destiny a part. 

Storm-swept shores of frigid fastness 
Served them well as sanctum ground, 

For the making, in its vastness, 

Of the race the Romans found. 

Shaggy bulk of bone and vigor, 

Tawny mane, and eyes of blue ; — 

Fought they well the climate’s rigor; — 
Fought the sharp-fanged ice-bear too. 

Fought they well, and worshiped Odin ; 
Fought and thrived and grew apace ; 

Thrived, and built their hovels oaken, 
O’er that bleak and dreary space. 

Man and woman, fought they ever 
Savage beast, and border foe; 

Fearing naught, and failing never 
To give battle, blow for blow. 

Greeks had found them on that seashore 
Where the daring Pytheas sailed ; 

Cycles later, from an outpour 
Of their legions, Romans quailed. 

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Down from off the tow’ring Tyrol 
Came that horde of tawny mane; — 

Pouring came that flood of peril 
O’er the rich Noreian plain. 

Roman pride was forced to cower 
There before that savage horde; 

Culture quailed to brutal power; — 

Westward on through Gaul they poured. 

Europe then first knew the meaning 
Of the Teuton’s rule of law: 

“Might is right; and mortal gleaning 
Follows close our bloody claw !” 

Then the world was first awakened 
To that peril of the North; — 

Tribes of Hate, then in the making, 

Ever ready to rush forth. 

Knowing naught but law of conquest, 
Caring naught for right or wrong; 

Praying pagan gods in contest, 

Shouting loud their pagan song. 

War was waged in endless measure ; 

East and West the Teuton scourged; 

Always conquest, always treasure, — 

This the lure his leaders urged. 

But at last that wild dominion 

Found the wand of Christian sway; 

Found it, both monarch and minion, 

As the pagan faith gave way. 

Then the world apace grew better; 
Freedom’s beacons brighter shone; 

Slave and serf threw off the fetter ; 
Christian kings came to the throne. 



CHANCELLOR BISMARCK 
“The Man of Iron” 

The man who made Germany strong, not by Christian influ- 
ences, not by the votes of the people, but by his rule of “blood 
and iron.” ' 



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But withai that race ne’er faltered 
In its one organic trait, 

Never changing, never altered: 

“World dominion, soon or late!” 

Rich and strong this people flourished; 

Science, art and trade excelled; 
Wondrous Seats of learning nourished, — 
Praises of the world compelled. 
Widely o’er the earth they mingled ; 

East and west, from pole to pole, 

Taught they one idea single: 

“Teutons must some day control!” 

Some there were that saw the trending 
Of their sacred land of birth. 

Some there were, foresaw the ending 
Of this hope to rule the earth. » 

These denied the sinful preaching 
Of the blood and iron rule; — 

These forsook their nation’s teaching ; 
Sought and found a saner school. 


Then there came the Man of Iron, 
Wise in council, strong of mind; 
He, of royal blood a scion. 

To the purple all inclined, 

Soon began to weave the meshes 
Of the web that meant to raise, 
Teuton standards o’er the ashes 
Of the thrones of brighter days. 

All his force and thought were bended 
To his country’s future fame; 

When there to that throne ascended 
A young Prince of proud acclaim. 


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He, of war-like will inspired, 

Soon for martial conquest planned. 
Then the world with war was fired; 
Fiercely flames of hate were fanned. 

He but slight occasion needed 
To begin that fearful war. 

Naught of human law they heeded; 

’Twas the time they’d builded for. 

East and west they hurled their legions, 
Into lands where peace had reigned ; 
Southward swarmed they o’er the region 
Where the bloody cause was feigned. 

Then the world, aghast with horror, 

Saw the real Teutonic mind. 

Saw its bloody rule of terror, 

Crushing all, to honor blind. 

Blood ran cold when came the story 
Of the murdered Red Cross nurse. 
This they called Teutonic glory ; — 

Gave their iron cross for worse. 


Weaker nations, crushed and bleeding, 
Soon lay prone beneath that heel : 
Crushed for that foul rush impeding, — 
Crushed beneath a rain of steel. 
Onward o’er the blackened embers 
Of the peaceful peasant home, 

Rolled the Teuton war lord’s anger; 
Crashing on through bloody loam. 


Rules of war he gave no heeding ; • 
Rights of man he swept aside: 

All his aim seemed the exceeding * 
Of all other tortures tried. 



THE OUTLAW 




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Poison gas, and liquid fire, 

Teuton science had prepared; 

No device that might inspire 

Fear and terror had been spared. 

Then the World knew what the Teuton 
Long had been preparing for. 

Then the nations joined in common ; — 
Joined to make defensive war. 

Never in the earth’s existence 
Had sucjfi union been decreed; — 

Men of alt faiths joined resistance 
To thaL curse, Teutonic greed. 

African and Occidental, 

Christian, Brahmin, Kurd and Moor ; 

Latin, Slav and Oriental, 

Joined to make that vict’ry sure. 

From the West there came a giant, — 
Came and joined that noble band; 

Came and met that foe defiant, 

For the sacred rights of man. 

Long and bloody raged the conflict, 
Soldiers fell like blades of grass; 

But the World had made its edict 
In the words: ‘‘They shall not pass.” 

Shattered, broken, all despairing, 

Still that brutal force fought on; 

Faintly hoping, falsely daring, 

To feign hope when hope was gone. 

But at last that craven outlaw 
Fawned and groveled in the dust. 

Found that yet the price of Esau 
Paid for nothing but distrust. 


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For the World had rendered sentence 
On that brigand of the North: 
“Henceforth, grovel in repentance, 

O thou Outlaw of the North!” 

1918 . 


GREAT EXPECTATIONS 

Ve vas sure dot League of Nations 
Hadt der “fourteen points” embraced ; 

Undt der recent shtrained relations 
Vould from mem’ry be effaced. 

So ve made great breparations 
For der jaunt, mit quite a haste; — 

But — good-by der expectations! 

Ach! dot awful lemon taste! 

Ve made sure der recollections 
Of dem Frenchers vould be badt. 

So ve made a few objections 
To der vay dey fixed it hadt. 

But der vay dey cast reflections 
On our morals sure vas sadt ; 

Undt ve couldn’t make connections, 
Effen mit our “kamarad !” 

Ve vent down mit our intentions 
To behafe our very best; 

’Cause ve knows dot mit conventions 
Much dem British iss impressed. 

But right off dey make der mentions 
Of Cavell, undt all der rest ; 

Ven ve t’ought der whole contentions 
Vas der “compact” to digest. 


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\ 


Ve had Bought der bropositions 
Vas to haf us sign a note, 

Dot ve make no oppositions 
Ven dey travel by der boat ; 

Undt ve help make dispositions 
Of all questions by our vote — 

But nix! — ve get bartitions 

Somedings like der Yacob’s coat! 

Ve vent down mit resolutions 

Dot on honor ( ?) ve vould standt ; 

Undt ve hear of “retributions” 

Dot dem Allies vill commandt ! 

Ve make talk of revolutions 
Mit der Bolsheviki bandt ; — 

Undt get toldt dot prosecutions 
Of der Kaiser dey demandt ! 

So ve make us dese conclusions : 

Dot somepody “shpilled der beans” ; 

Undt “der tag” vas shust delusions 
Dot ve make oop in our dreams. 

Dot der Kaiser made confusions 
Of der whole mess, now it seems ; 

Undt “vorld power ” vas illusions 
Dot us Yarmans fought ve seen! 
1919. 


THE NEW PATRIOT 


Have you noticed that the fellow 
Who is yowling loudest now, 

With his speeches long and yellow, 
While he’s telling us just how 
He’s the “only simon-pure and 
Unalloyed from Heaven sent” — 
Last year not even “also ran” 

With that “100%.” 

Have you noticed that the surest 
Way to catch the public ear — 

Now bethinks this simon-purist 
Whom we couldn’t find last year : 

Is to roar so loud and lusty 
While he’s out for office bent, 

That the people’s eyes grow dusty 
From his “100%.” 

Have you noticed that the clacker, 
Now so loyal, through and through, 
Was most awful near a slacker 
When the real work was to do ? 

Now his self-protested spasm 
Has the heavens almost rent, 

As he hopes to bridge that chasm 
With his “100%.” 

Have you noticed that the chipmunk 
Never makes a bit of noise, 

Till he’s safe within the tree trunk 
From the fierce marauding boys? 
Then you hear him blithely chatter, 
When the danger time is spent. 

Then his brave heart starts to patter, 
With its “100%.” 

1919. 

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WE ARE COMING 
(a song) 

We are coming, brutal Prussians, 

with our Pershing in the lead; 

And we’re longing for the day to come along, 
When our Battle Cry of Freedom 

shall strike terror to your breed, 

As above the cannon’s roar you hear our song. 
We are coming to make answer to your cry of 
hate and greed ; 

And we mean to stay till right has conquered 
wrong ; 

Till you’re taught the lesson fully 

that a war can not succeed 
For oppression of the weaker by the strong. 

CHORUS 

There is not a bit of doubt 
About the way it’s coming out, 

For your Uncle Sam is quite an organizer. 
With the Fritzes in a rout, 

You can hear the Allies shout, 

When America starts out to get the Kaiser. 

There’s a million men preparing 

to make battle for the right ; 

And a loyal nation with them in the fray. 
With another million waiting, 

if they’re needed in the fight 
To destroy the German military sway. 

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We are marching to the music 

of the martial tread of might ; 

But we’re coming to light Freedom on the way. 

We shall set the torch of Liberty 

with rays of hope alight, 

And to bleeding nations bring a better day. 

From the North and from the Southland, 
we are marching side by side, 

To make common cause against a craven foe. 

We have heard the call for succor, 

by the stricken nations cried; 

And we’re coming to give hope where now 
is woe. 

We have joined the gallant nations 

for the human race allied ; — 

Where our duty calls we’re all prepared to go ; 

And we’ll serve the cause of Liberty 
with allies true and tried, 

Where the smoke of battle hovers thick and 
low. 


“HE COULDN’T LET WELL ENOUGH 
ALONE” 

I knew a little emperor — his name was Kaiser 
Bill; 

And he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

He had a mighty army, and he might have had it 
still ; 

But he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

He had a little country that was doing very well ; 

He had a lot of people with a lot of stuff to 
sell; 

He had a little nation that was striving to excel ; 

But he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

CHORUS 

He couldn’t let well enough alone ; 

So we’ll have to take him off of that throne ; 

He had a nice army and a pretty little fleet, 

And he had himself thinking they couldn’t be 
beat ; 

But he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

He had a little submarine of which he thought 
a lot; 

But he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

He made some liquid fire, and he made it rather 
hot; 

But he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

He made up poison gases, and he put ’em in a 
shell ; 

He put a lot o’ spies to work at raising merrv 
hell; 

He did a lot of other things he wouldn’t want to 
tell; 

But he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

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He meddled in the East, and he meddled in the 
West, 

For he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

He wanted to make trouble, and he surely did his 
best ; 

For he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

He gathered up his army and he rambled into 
France ; 

He rambled on to Joffre, and he lost his only 
chance ; 

He didn’t like the music, but the Poilus made 
him dance; 

But he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

He took another look around, and gazed across 
the blue; 

For he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

He saw the Land of Freedom, and he thought 
he’d take it too ; 

For he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

He said we hadn’t any ships and hardly any guns ; 

He sunk the Lusitania, and he thought it bully 
fun ; 

He taught us what we had to do to stop the 
bloody Hun; 

But he couldn’t let well enough alone. 

FINAL CHORUS: 

But he couldn’t let well enough alone, 

So we’ll have to take him off of that throne, 

He stirred up Uncle Sammy, and he surely 
“pulled a bone,” 

For the Battle Cry of Freedom sounds in no un- 
certain tone, 

And we’ll teach him to let well enough alone. 

1917. 


WHAT IS LIBERTY? 


What is liberty? Not a mere form of gov- 
ernment. Not a mere constitution, teeming with 
high-sounding platitudes prating of franchises 
that look well on paper, but have no existence 
in fact. Not a beautiful flag, that appeals to the 
eye, but strikes no chord of sympathy in the 
soul. Not a system of existence, under which an 
inherent inclination to follow the lines of the 
least resistance sometimes beguiles one into 
dreams of the millennium. Not a condition of 
mind, where contempt for man-made law is mis- 
taken for freedom, and hence deemed liberty. 
Bolshevism is the modern name for that mental 
condition. 

None of these describe liberty, although mil- 
lions of deluded human beings at various periods 
of time and at various places on the earth have 
had one or the other of these, and sometimes all 
of them, and called it “liberty.” But yet, having 
seen all these, we again ask: “What is liberty ?” 

Liberty is Freedom. And yet freedom by no 
means may at all times signify liberty. Freedom 
presupposes an absence of restraint, in some es- 
sential, where restraint would be odious, or at 
least unsatisfactory. Liberty, therefore, is de- 
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pendent upon the use that we make of freedom. 
If we have a representative form of government; 
if we have a right to choose our public officers 
by the ballot ; if we may follow our own bent in 
the selection of a means of livelihood or a place 
to reside; all that may be called freedom. Yet 
if we have cramped our souls and narrowed our 
vision to a mad rush for the accumulation of 
money we have not liberty. 

Liberty is freedom, so used and enjoyed as to 
bring the most good to the most people. If we 
have freedom of action, freedom of thought, 
freedom of soul; and so use these privileges as 
to brighten the pathway of others ; so use them 
as to be rated an asset instead of a liability in 
our community; so use them that when we shall 
have passed to eternity we shall be not only 
missed, but mourned, then we shall have had not 
only freedom, but liberty as well. The Hottentot 
of darkest Africa has freedom. Freedom to 
roam his primeval forest at will. Freedom to 
chase and to kill the wild animals of the jungle 
for his daily diversion. Freedom to make war 
on his benighted neighbor to his heart’s content. 
Freedom to gorge himself to the full at his glut- 
tonous feasts, and sleep off the effects in torpor 
without regard to time. But his mental vision 
knows no range beyond the confines of his ani- 
mal existence ; and his pagan soul knows no lib- 
erty. The Bedouin tribesman of the trackless 
desert probably enjoys more seeming freedom 


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of action than any other human being on earth. 
He may roam at will with his flocks and herds, 
and wherever his camp is pitched there is his 
domicile. He knows no hampering laws to regu- 
late his trading with the chance acquaintance, his 
control of his family, or his government of his 
tribe, save only the unwritten law of the desert. 
Yet with all this he knows nothing of the printed 
literature of the earth, the traditions of the 
world’s past and the hopes for its future. Be- 
yond the horizon of his desert range the people 
of the earth have no interest for him. And who 
will say that all his freedom brings liberty? 

But true liberty means even more than is im- 
plied by the definition already given. Liberty of 
the body, liberty of the mind, and liberty of the 
soul means, first, so to conduct ourselves with 
regard to the rights of others that our own phys- 
ical existence shall not be abridged to insure the 
safety and convenience of others; second, that 
our minds shall be so trained and developed that 
we may enjoy to the fullest extent the beauties 
of nature, the benefits of education, and the 
pleasures of personal contact and communication 
with our fellow-men ; and third, that our souls 
shall be so enriched with the receptive faculty of 
appreciation that we may conceive that patriotic 
spirit without which no man may justify his 
citizenship. 

There can be no liberty without control. There 
is in all countries a class of persons who prate 


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much of liberty, while at the same time decrying 
all forms of organized government. Therefore 
it is not liberty, but license, that is demanded by 
such persons. And it is much to the credit of 
the American citizenship that the vast majority 
of this class is foreign-born, and of foreign edu- 
cation. Extremely few native-born Americans 
are found in the ranks of the so-called Bolshe- 
viki, that appears to represent what might be 
termed an amalgamation of all the heretofore 
numerous societies arrayed against wholesome 
government. And it was with this class that we 
found our greatest national danger when the 
great World War began. Long before the United 
States made active preparation for entering upon 
the side of the Allies, we found that all over our 
country we must contend with treason and 
treachery of the worst sort, and that carried on 
by men who were loudest in their demands for 
liberty. Men who were contributing in every 
possible way to the social unrest of the nation; 
inciting strikes and riots in commercial centers, 
and destroying property on every hand ; while at 
the same time proclaiming their love of liberty 
in stentorian tones upon all occasions. Truly it 
may be said that strange things are sometimes 
done in the name of liberty, and liberty not hon- 
ored thereby. 

• Some one has said that the greatest boon that 
God gave to the human race was hope. If so, 
then through all time the greatest boon that the 


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human race has been permitted to hope for is 
liberty. And it may be truthfully said that when 
the natural spirit and love of liberty found in 
the earlier history of the Germanic tribes, was 
extinguished by the rise of militarism and war 
mania inspired by the rule of Frederick Wil- 
liam I, all hope was lost to the German people. 
Then it was that real liberty, the liberty of 
thought, ceased to be a dominant characteristic 
of the German subject. And from that time on 
to the final collapse of their government, follow- 
ing four years of the most brutal war of the 
ages, the history of Germany has been that of 
utter servility to the worst form of despotism. 
Worst of all forms because, while it molded the 
will of the people at all times to its own selfish 
ends, it cajoled and quieted them by various pre- 
tended reforms and social legislation. Regula- 
tions which, while they catered to the supposed 
necessities of the people and the times, yet led 
its blinded subjects ever onward toward that 
coveted goal where the mind of the monarch 
becomes the mind of the minion. And this the 
deluded German people called liberty. But of 
such liberty comes ignominy and death. 


APPENDIX 
Other War Poems 




THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW 

Robert Traill Spence Lowell 

Oh, that last day in Lucknow fort! 

We knew that it was the last; 

That the enemy’s lines crept surely on, 

And the end was coming fast. 

To yield to that foe meant worse than death; 

And the men and we all worked on ; 

It was one day more of smoke and roar, 

And then it would all be done. 

There was one of us, a corporal’s wife, 

A fair, young, gentle thing, 

Wasted with fever in the siege, 

And her mind was wandering. 

She lay on the ground, in her Scottish plaid, 

And I took her head on my knee ; 

“When the father comes hame frae the pleugh,” 
she said, 

“Oh! then please wauken me.” 

She slept like a child on her father’s floor, 

In the flecking of woodbine-shade, 

When the house dog sprawls by the open door, 
And the mother’s wheel is stayed. 

It was smoke and roar and powder and stench, 
And hopeless waiting for death ; 

And the soldier’s wife, like a full-tired child, 
Seemed scarce to draw her breath. 

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I sank to sleep ; and I had my dream 
Of an English village-lane, 

And wall and garden — but one wild scream 
Brought me back to the roar again. 

There Jessie Brown stood listening 
Till a sudden gladness broke 
All over her face; and she caught my hand 
And drew me near as she spoke : — 

“The Heilanders! O! dinna ye hear 
The slogan far away? 

The McGregor’s. O! I ken it weel; 

It’s the grandest o’ them a’ ! 

“God bless the bonny Heilanders! 

We’re saved! we’re saved!” she cried; 
And fell on her knees ; and thanks to God 
Flowed forth like a full flood-tide. 

Along the battery-line her cry 
Had fallen among the men, 

They started back ; — they were there to die ; 
But was life so near them, then? 

They listened for life ; the rattling fire 
Far off, and the far-off roar, 

Were all ; and the colonel shook his head, 
And they turned to their guns once more. 

But Jessie said : “The slogan’s done ; 

But winna ye hear it noo, 

The Campbells are cornin' f It’s no a dream ; 
Our succors hae broken through!” 


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We heard the roar and the rattle afar, 

But the pipes we could not hear ; 

So the men plied their work of hopeless war, 
And knew that the end was near. 

It was not long ere it made its way, — 

A thrilling, ceaseless sound : 

It was no noise from the strife afar, 

Or the sappers under the ground. 

It was the pipes of the Highlanders ! 

And now they played Auld Lang Syne. 

It came to our men like the voice of God, 

And they shouted along the line. 

And they wept and shook one another’s hands, 
And the women sobbed in a crowd ; 

And every one knelt down where he stood, 

And we all thanked God aloud. 

That happy time when we welcomed them, 

Our men put Jessie first; 

And the general gave her his hand, and cheers 
Like a storm from the soldiers burst. 

And the pipers’ ribbons and tartan streamed, 
Marching round and round our line; 

And our joyful hearts were broken with tears, 
As the pipes played Auld Lang Syne. 

1860. 


THE GREEN ESTAMINET 
“A. P. H.” in London Punch 


The old men sit by the chimney-piece, 
and drink the good old wine; 

And tell great tales of the Soixante-dix 
to the men of the English line. 

And Madame sits in her old armchair 
and sighs to herself all day, — 

So Madeleine serves the soldiers 
in the Green Estaminet. 

For Madame wishes the war was won, 
and speaks of a strange disease, 

And Pierre is somewhere about Verdun, 
and Albert on the seas ; 

Le Patron ’e is soldat, too, 

but long time prisonnier, — 

So Madeleine serves the soldiers 
in the Green Estaminet. 

She creeps down-stairs when the black dawn 
scowls, and helps at a neighbor’s plow ; 

She rakes the midden and feeds the 
fowls and milks the lonely cow ; 

She mends the holes in the Padre’s clothes, 
and keeps his billets gay ; — 

And she also serves the soldiers 
in the Green Estaminet. 

The smoke grows thick and the wine flows 
free, and the great round songs begin ; 

And Madeleine sings in her heart, maybe, 
and welcomes the whole world in ; 


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But I know that life is a hard, hard thing, 
and I know that her lips look gray, 

Tho she smiles as she serves the soldiers 
in the Green Estaminet. 

But many a tired young English lad 
has learned his lesson there, — 

To smile and sing when the world looks bad, 
“for, Monsieur, c’est la guerre.” 

Has drunk her honor, and made his vow 
to fight in the same good way 
That Madeleine serves the soldiers 
in the Green Estaminet. 

A big shell came on a windy night, 
and half of the old house went ; 

But half of the old house stands upright, 
and Mademoiselle’s content; — 

Tho shells still fall in the square 

sometimes, but Madeleine means to stay, — 
So Madeleine serves the soldiers still 
in the Green Estaminet. 


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JAMES A. GARFIELD 

Born November 19, 1831. in Cuyahoga County, Ohio. Entered 
public life by election to Ohio State Senate in 1859. Was com- 
missioned lieutenant-colonel of Ohio volunteers August 4, 1861, 
and shortly afterward commissioned colonel of the Forty-second 
Ohio Volunteer Infantry, which he led to the front. He was 
made a brigadier-general in 1862, and promoted to major-general 
September 9, 1863. In the meantime he had been elected to 
Congress from the nineteenth district of Ohio, and at the urgent 
request of President Lincoln he resigned his commission and 
took his seat in the national House of Representatives. On Janu- 
ary 13, 1880, he was elected to the United States Senate from 
Ohio, and the same year was nominated and elected president 
of the United States, taking office March 4. 1881. On July 2, 
1881, he fell by the shot of an assassin in tne city of Washing- 
ton, and died at Long Branch September 19 of the same year. 
He is buried in the city of Cleveland, Ohio. 


A SOLDIER’S LETTER* 


“To My Wife:— 

It is not that I fear you’ll forget me, 

I write you a line ere I leave ; 

But merely to say, — if you’ll let me, — 

I hope that for me you’ll not grieve. 

I go where I think duty calls me, 

To fight for the flag that I love; 

And I trust that no harm will befall me, 
While far from my home I may rove. 

But ere long I’ll return to the “loved ones” 
Whose welfare is nearest my heart; — 

When war and its troubles are over, 

No more from the “loved ones” I’ll part. 


Then let not the lisp of a murmur 
Be heard ; but with meekness submit. 

For ’tis naught but the will of the Father, 
Whose love we may never forget. 

Forever thine, 

Ben.” 

*A letter written by Sergt. Ira B. Grandy, of the Forty- 
second Ohio Volunteer Infantry, to his wife during the Civil 
War. This regiment was commanded by Colonel James A. Gar- 
field, afterward President of the United States. Sergeant 
Grandy, after the war, became prominent in the ministry of 
the Universalist Church, and died at Indianapolis, Indiana, on 
the second day of March, 1906. 


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THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE 
Lord Tennyson 


Half a league, half a league, 
Half a league onward, 

All in the valley of Death 
Rode the six hundred. 
“Forward the Light Brigade! 
Charge for the guns !” he said : 
Into the valley of Death 
Rode the six hundred. 

“Forward the Light Brigade !” 
Was there a man dismayed? 
Not though the soldier knew 
Some one had blundered : 
Theirs not to make reply, 

Theirs not to reason why, 

Theirs but to do and die : 

Into the valley of Death 
Rode the six hundred. 

Cannon to right of them, 
Cannon to left of them, 

Cannon in front of them 
Volleyed and thundered ; 
Stormed at with shot and shell, 
Boldly they rode and well ; 

Into the jaws of Death, 

Into the mouth of Hell 
Rode the six hundred. 

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Flashed all their sabres bare, 
Flashed as they turned in air 
Sabring the gunners there, 
Charging an army, while 
All the world wondered: 
Plunged in the battery-smoke 
Right through the lines they broke : 
Cossack and Russian 
Reeled from the sabre-stroke, 
Shattered and sundered. 

Then they rode back, but not — 
Not the six hundred. 

Cannon to right of them, 

Cannon to left of them, 

Cannon behind them 
Volleyed and thundered : 

Stormed at with shot and shell, 
While horse and hero fell, 

They that had fought so well 
Came through the jaws of Death, 
Back from the mouth of Hell, — 

All that was left of them, 

Left of six hundred. 

When can their glory fade 
O the wild charge they made ! 

All the world wondered. 

Honour the charge they made ! 
Honour the Light Brigade ! 

Noble six hundred ! 


1854. 


“MEN OF ENGLAND” 

Thomas Campbell 

Men of England! who inherit 

Rights that cost your sires their blood 

Men whose undegenerate spirit 

Has been proved on field and flood : — 

By the foes you’ve fought uncounted, 

By the glorious deeds ye’ve done, 

Trophies captured — breaches mounted, 
Navies conquered — kingdoms won ! 

Yet, remember, England gathers 

Hence but fruitless wreaths of fame, 

If the freedom of your fathers 
Glow not in your hearts the same. 

What are monuments of bravery, 

Where no public virtues bloom? 

What avail in lands of -slavery 

Trophied temples, arch, and tomb? 

Pageants ! Let the world revere us 
For our people’s rights and laws, 

And the breasts of civic heroes 
Bared in Freedom’s holy cause. 

Yours are Hampden’s, Russell’s glory, 
Sidney’s matchless shade, is yours, — 

Martyrs in heroic story, 

Worth a hundred Agincourts ! 

We’re the sons of sires that baffled 
Crown’d and mitred tyranny; — 

They defied the field and scaffold 
For their birthrights — so will we ! 

1800 (?). 


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ODE TO THE GERMANS 

Thomas Campbell 


The spirit of Britannia 
Invokes, across the main, 

Her sister Allemannia 

To burst the tyrant’s chain ; 

By our kindred blood, she cries, 

Rise, Allemannians, rise, 

And hallow’d thrice the band 
Of our kindred hearts shall be, 

When your land shall be the land 
Of the free — of the free! 

With Freedom’s lion-banner 
Britannia rules the waves ; 

Whilst your broad stone of honor 
Is still the camp of slaves. 

For shame, for glory’s sake. 

Wake, Allemannians, wake, 

And thy tyrants now that whelm 
Half the world shall quail and flee, 
When your realm shall be the realm 
Of the free — of the free ! 

Mars owes to you his thunder 
That shakes the battle-field, 

Yet to break your bonds asunder 
No martial bolt has peal’d. 

Wear shackles on her heart? 

No ! the clock ye framed to tell, 

By its sound, the march of time ; 

Let it clang oppression’s knell 
O’er your clime — o’er your dime ! 

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The press’s magic letters, 

That blessing ye brought forth, — 
Behold! it lies in fetters 

On the soil that gave it birth: 
But the trumpet must be heard, 

And the charger must be spurred ; 

For your father Armin’s Sprite 
Calls down from Heaven, that ye 
Shall gird you for the fight, 

And bfc free ! — and be free ! 

1810 (?). 


THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER 

Francis Scott Key 

O say, can you see by the dawn’s early light, 

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s 
last gleaming? 

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through 
the perilous fight, 

O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gal- 
lantly streaming! 

And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting 
in air, 

Gave proof through the night that our flag was 
still there; 

O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave 

O’er the land of the free, and the home of the 
brave ? 

On that shore dimly seen through the mists of 
the deep, 

Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence 
reposes, 

What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering 
steep, 

As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now dis- 
closes ? 

Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first 
beam, 

In full glory reflected now shines on the 
stream ; 

’Tis the star-spangled banner; O long may it 
wave 

O’er the land of the free, and the home of the 
brave. 


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218 THE OUTLAWED NATION 


And where are the foes who so vauntingly swore 
That the havoc of war and the battle’s con- 
fusion 

A home and a country should leave us no more ? 
Their blood has washed out their foul foot- 
steps’ pollution; 

No refuge could save the hireling and slave 
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the 
grave ; 

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth 
wave 

O’er the land of the free, and the home of the 
brave. 

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand 
Between their loved homes and the war’s deso- 
lation ! 

Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heaven- 
rescued land 

Praise the Power that hath made and pre- 
served us a nation ! 

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, 
And this be our motto, “In God is our Trust” ; 

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall 
wave 

O’er the land of the free, and the home of the 
brave. 

1813. 


WAR AGAINST BABYLON 

Thomas Moore 


“War against Babylon !” shout we around , 1 
Be our banners through earth unfurl’d ; 

Rise up, ye nations, ye kings, at the sound 2 — 
“War against Babylon !” shout through 
the world ! 

Oh thou, that dwellest on many waters , 3 
Thy day of pride is ended now ; 

And the darkest curse of Israel’s daughters 
Breaks, like a thunder-cloud, over thy brow ! 
War, war, war against Babylon! 

Make bright the arrows, and gather the 
shields , 4 

Set the standard of God on high ; 

Swarm ye, like locusts, o’er all her fields, 
“Zion” our watchword, and “vengeance” 
our cry! 

Woe ! Woe ! — the time of thy visitation 5 
Is come, proud Land, thy doom is cast — 
And the black surge of desolation 
Sweeps o’er thy guilty head, at last ! 

War, war, war against Babylon ! 

1 Jer. 50-15. 

2 Jer. 51,-27. 

3 Jer. 51,-13. 

4 Jer. 51,11-12. 

8 Jer. 50,-27. 


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THE ORPHAN OF OLD MOBILE 
H. E. Negley 

They were days of trial for the hearts of men; 
And the Soul of the Nation sorrowed then; 
But the Merciful Father, seeing all, — 

Without whose ken not a sparrow may fall, — 
Kept watch o’er the Orphan of Old Mobile. 

His life was a narrow and cheerless span ; — 
For him no bright hopes for the future ran. 
The whisper of mother-love, not for him, 

He heard as he passed ; and his eyes grew dim 
With the welling tear of a mute appeal. 

He knew that his country was rent by war, — 
And little he knew what the struggle was for ; 
But even an orphan must sleep and eat, 

So his papers he sold about the street, 

That his crust he might eat without a taint. 

No pillow of down his to rest his head, 

And no silken draperies graced his bed ; 

But he slept the sleep of the brave and true, 
Hard by where the salten sea breezes blew, 
Adown by the water-front old and quaint. 

Each day as he walked in the proud old town, 
He gazed with awe at the Greys marching down, 
In their endless tramp to the fields “out there,” 
Where the smoke of battle filled the air. 

And he pondered the “why” that men should 
fight? 


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COLONEL ORAN PERRY 

Late colonel of the Sixty-ninth Indiana Veteran Volunteer In- 
fantry, of the Civil War service; the present superintendent of 
the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Monument at Indianapolis; and the 
“Col. Perry” who adopted the “Orphan of Old Mobile.” The 
“Orphan” is now librarian for one of the prominent northern 
states of the Union, and a well-known chautauqua lecturer. 



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And he saw the blanched face of the mother fair. 
As reports from the front she scanned with care ; 
Firm in belief that the loved one she’d sent 
Out to make battle, — with fullest intent, — 

Had made the sacrifice all for the Right. 

But there came a day when the sky was black 
With the war-cloud’s roll, and the Greys came 
back. , j 

And then in their place, came tfie'Boys in Blue, 
Swinging with martial tread onward and through, 
With clank and clatter of glistening steel. 


And the boy strode forth with majestic mien. 
Where sat Colonel Perry, his aids between, 

And demanded the rights of parley there, 

And the fixing of terms, in hoiitjf fail*. 

As honor demands on the open field., 

■ v • ‘ ■ ’ A k \ 

And the Colonel gazed with quizzical eye 
At the tattered urchin, scarce stirrup-high, 

And demanded the terms the boy might choose, 
To permit his tired army to use 

His dear old Mobile for a camping site? 

The parley began, as the forces stood, 

With side-arms retained, as all parleys should, 
And the boy agreed that the Blues might stay, 
Provided he got three full meals a day 
At the mess ; and a place to sleep at night. 

And the Colonel accepted the terms of peace. 
And ordered that all hostilities cease 
At the ramparts of Mobile Town that day. 

And the Blues marched in by Dauphin Way, 

As the Orphan of Old Mobile led on. 


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And the dawn of the Orphan’s day begun, 
When the Sixty-ninth adopted a son 
Who pledged his allegiance for weal or woe, 
To the Stars and Stripes, wherever they go, 

As the tides of battle are come and gone. 

And the lad stood true to his pledges made 
To the Colonel ’neath the magnolia shade; 

And the boy of the street, as years went by, 

Was called to fill places in councils high, 

With a joy that only the good may feel. 

And today I strolled in the Halls of State, 

Of a Northern Commonwealth, rich and great; 
And the man I met there, of stately grace, 

With scholarly mien, and a kindly face, 

Was the tattered Orphan of Old Mobile. 
August 5, 1918. 


ODE TO THE WARRIOR DEAD 
William Collins 

Now sleep the brave who sink to rest, 
By all their country’s wishes blest! 
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, 
Returns to deck their hallow’d mold, 

She there shall dress a sweeter sod 
Than Fancy’s feet have ever trod. 

By fairy hands their knell is rung ; 

By forms unseen their dirge is sung; 
Their Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, 

To bless the turf that wraps their clay; 
And Freedom shall a while repair, 

To dwell, a weeping hermit, there! 

1746. 


ENGLAND AND AMERICA 

Lord Tennyson 

O thou that sendest out the man 
To rule by land and sea, 

Strong mother of a Lion-line, 

Be proud of those strong sons of thine 
Who wrench’d their rights from thee ! 

What wonder if in noble heat 
Those men thine arms withstood, 
Retaught the lessons thou had taught ; 

And in thy spirit with thee fought — 

Who sprang from English blood. 

But thou rejoice with liberal joy, 

Lift up thy rocky face, 

And shatter, when the storms are black, 

In many a streaming torrent back, 

The seas that shook thy base! 

What ever harmonies of law 
The growing world assume, 

Thy work is thine — the single note 
From that deep chord which Hampden smote 
Will vibrate to the doom. 

1872. 


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SOLDIERS’ AND SAILORS’ MONUMENT 
Indianapolis, Ind. 

This monument is conceded by many eminent artists to be the 
finest piece of massive monumental architecture in the world. It 
was erected to commemorate the memory of Indiana’s fallen 
soldiers in all wars. Its erection was begun in 1887, completed 
in 1901, and was dedicated in 1902. 

Height of monument, including foundation, 314 feet and 6 
inches; height from street level to top of statue, 284 feet and 
6 inches; depth of foundation, 30 feet; dimensions of founda- 
tion, 69 feet by 53 feet; height of victory statue, 38 feet; height 
of terrace, 16 feet and 4 inches; diameter of terrace, 110 feet; 
diameter of plaza, 342 feet and 7 inches. 

The monument stands in the center of the city, and in Mon- 
ument Circle, around its base, were staged all of Indiana’s great 
outdoor war meetings during the war with Germany. Here sol- 
diers were bade “Godspeed” on their way to the war, and here 
they were welcomed on their return. 


15 



MAGNOLIA CEMETERY* 
Henry Timrod 


Sleep sweetly in your humble graves, 

Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause! 

Though yet no marble column craves 
The pilgrim here to pause. 

In seeds of laurel in the earth 

The blossom of your fame is blown, 

And somewhere, waiting for its birth, 

The shaft is in the stone ! 

Meanwhile, behalf the tardy years 

Which keep in trust your storied tombs, 

Behold ! your sisters bring their tears, 

And these memorial blooms. 

Small tributes ! but your shades will smile 
More proudly on these wreaths to-day, 

Than when some cannon-moulded pile 
Shall overlook this bay. 

Stoop, angels, hither from the skies ! 

There is no holier spot of ground 

Than where defeated valor lies, 

By mourning beauty crowned ! 

1867. 

* Written upon the occasion of the first memorial service for 
the Confederate dead in Magnolia Cemetery, at Charleston, South 
C'arolina. 


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BRUCE TO HIS MEN AT BANNOCKBURN 

Robert Burns 


Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, 

Scots, wham Bruce has aften led ; 
Welcome to your gory bed, 

Or to Victory! 

Now's the day, and now’s the hour : 

See the front of battle lour : 

See approach proud Edward’s power, — 
Chains and slavery! 

Wha will be a traitor knave ? 

Wha can fill a coward’s grave? 

Wha sae base as be a slave ? 

Let him turn and flee ! 

Wha for Scotland’s King and law 
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw, 
Freeman stand, or freeman fa’, 

Let him follow me ! 

By oppression’s woes and pains ! 

By your sons in servile chains ! 

We will draw our dearest veins, 

But they shall be free ! 

Lay the proud usurper low ! 

Tyrants fall in every foe ! 

Liberty’s in every blow ! 

Let us do or die! 

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ILLINOIS, AT FORT DONELSON 

(ATLANTIC MONTHLY) 

O gales, that dash the Atlantic swell 
Along our rocky shores, 

Whose thunders diapason well 
New England’s glad hurrahs. 

Bear to the prairies of the West 
The echoes of our joy. 

The prayer that springs in every breast — 
“God bless thee, Illinois!” 

Oh, awful hours, when grape and shell 
Tore through the unflinching line ! 
“Stand firm ! Remove the men who fell ! 
Close up, and wait the sign !” 

It came at last: “Now, lads, the steel!” 

The rushing hosts deploy; 

“Charge, boys !” The broken traitors reel ; 
Hurrah for Illinois ! 

In vain thy rampart, Donelson, 

The living torrent bars; 

It leaps the wall — the fort is won — 

Up go the Stripes and Stars. 

Thy proudest mother’s eyelids fill, 

As dares her gallant boy, 

And Plymouth Rock and Bunker Hill 
Yearn to thee, Illinois. 

1862. 


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THE BLACK REGIMENT 

George Henry Boker 


Dark as the clouds of even’, 
Ranked in the western heaven, 
Waiting the breath that lifts 
All the dead mass, and drifts 
Tempest and falling brand 
Over a ruined land ; — 

So still and orderly, 

Arm to arm, knee to knee, 
Waiting the great event, 

Stands the black regiment. 

Down the long dusky line 
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine; 
And the bright bayonet, 
Bristling and firmly set, 

Flashed with a purpose grand, 
Long ere the sharp command 
Of the fierce rolling drum 
Told them their time had come, 
Told them what work was sent 
For the black regiment. 

“Now,” the flag-sergeant cried, 
“Though death and hell betide, 
Let the whole nation see 
If we are fit to be 
Free in this land; or bound 
Down, like the whining hound — 
Bound with red stripes of pain 
In our cold chains again !” 

Oh ! what a shout there went 
From that black regiment. 

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230 THE OUTLAWED NATION 


“Charge !” Trump and drum awoke 
Onward the bondmen broke; 
Bayonet and sabre-stroke 
Vainly opposed the rush, 

Through the wild battle’s crush, 

With but one thought aflush, 
Driving their lords like chaff, 

In the guns’ mouths they laugh ; 

Or at the slippery brands 
Leaping with open hands, 

Down they tear man and horse, 
Down in their awful course ; 
Trampling with bloody heel 
Over the crashing steel, 

All their eyes forward bent, 

Rushed the black regiment. 

“Freedom!” their battle-cry, — 
“Freedom ! or leave to die !” 

Ah ! and they meant the word, 

Not as with us ’tis heard, 

Not a mere party shout; 

They gave their spirits out; 

Trusted the end to God, 

And on the gory sod 
Rolled in triumphant blood, 

Glad to strike one free blow, 
Whether for weal or woe; 

Glad to breathe one free breath, 
Though on the lips of death. 
Praying — alas! — in vain! 

That they might fall again, 

So they could once more see 
That burst to liberty! 

This was what “freedom” lent 
To the black regiment. 


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Hundreds on hundreds fell ; 
But they are resting well; 
Scourges and shackles strong 
Never shall do them wrong. 
Oh, to the living few, 
Soldiers, be just and true! 
Hail them as comrades tried; 
Fight with them side by side ; 
Never, in field or tent, 

Scorn the black regiment ! 

1864. 


THE DEATH OF NELSON 

John Bra ham 

’Twas in Trafalgar’s Bay, 

We saw the foeman lay; 

Each heart was bounding then. 

We scorned the foreign yoke, 

For our ships were British oak, 

And hearts of oak our men. 

Our Nelson marked them on the wave, 
Three cheers our gallant seamen gave, 
Nor thought of home and beauty; 
Along the line this signal ran : 
“England expects that ev’ry man 
This day will do his duty !” 

And now the cannon’s roar, — 

Along th’ affrighted shore, — 

Our Nelson led the way; 

His ship the Vict’ry named ; — 

Long be that vict’ry famed ! 

For vict’ry crowhed the day. 


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But dearly was that vict’ry bought, 

Too well the gallant heroes fought, 

For England, home and beauty. 

He cried, as ’midst the fire he ran : 
“England shall find that ev’ry man 
This day has done his duty!” 

At last the fatal wound, 

Which spread dismay around, 

The hero’s breast received. 

“Heaven fights on our side ! 

The day’s our own !” he cried. 

“Now long enough I’ve lived !” 

“In honour’s cause my life was past, 

In honour’s cause I fall at last, 

For England, home and beauty.” 

Thus ending life as he began, 

England confess’d that ev’ry man 
That day had done his duty. 

O’er Nelson’s tomb, with silent grief oppress’d, 
Britannia mourns her hero, now at rest ; 

But those bright laurels ne’er shall fade with 
years, 

Whose leaves are watered by a nation’s tears. 




CARMEN BELLICOSUM 
Guy Humphreys McMaster 

In their ragged regimentals, 

Stood the old Continentals, 

Yielding not, 

While the grenadiers were lunging, 

And like hail fell the plunging 
Cannon shot; 

When the files 
Of the isles, 

From the smoky night encampment, bore the ban- 
ner of the rampant unicorn ; 

And grummer, grummer, grummer, rolled the 
roll of the drummer through the morn. 

Then with eyes to the front all. 

And with guns horizontal, 

Stood our sires ; 

While the balls whistled deadly, 

And in streams flashing redly 
Blazed the fires ; 

As the roar 
On the shore 

Swept the strong battle-breakers o’er the green- 
sodded acres of the plain ; 

And louder, louder, louder, cracked the black 
gunpowder, — cracked amain ! 

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234 


THE OUTLAWED NATION 


Now like smiths at their forges 
Worked the red St. George’s 
Cannoneers, 

And the villainous saltpetre 
Rang a fierce, discordant metre 
Round their ears ; 

As the swift 
Storm-drift 

With hot sweeping anger, came the horseguards’ 
clangor on our flanks. 

Then higher, higher, higher, burned the old- 
fashioned fire through the ranks ! 

Then the bare-headed Colonel 
Galloped through the white infernal 
Powder-cloud ; 

And his broad sword was swinging, 

And his brazen throat was ringing 
Trumpet-loud ; 

Then the blue 
Bullets flew, 

And the trooper jackets redden at the touch of 
the leaden rifle-breath ; 

And rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron 
six-pounder, hurling death ! 

1849. 


THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE 

(At Corunna) 

Charles Wolfe 

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 

As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; 

Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot 
O’er the grave where our hero we buried. 

We buried him darkly, at dead of night, 

The sods with our bayonets turning; 

By the struggling moonbeams’ misty light 
And the lanthorn dimly burning. 

No useless coffin enclosed his breast, 

Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; 
But he lay, like a warrior taking his rest, 

With his martial cloak around him. 

Few and short were the prayers we said, 

And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; 

But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was 
dead, 

And we bitterly thought of the morrow. 

And we thought, as we hollow’d his narrow bed 
And smoothed down his lonely pillow, 

That the foe and the stranger would tread o’er 
his head, 

And we far away on the billow! 

Lightly they’ll talk of the spirit that’s gone 
And o’er his cold ashes upbraid him, — 

But little he’ll reck, if they let him sleep on 
In the grave where a Briton has laid him. 

But half of our heavy task was done 

When the clock struck the hour for retiring; 
And we heard the distant and random gun 
That the foe was sullenly firing. 

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236 THE OUTLAWED NATION 


Slowly and sadly we laid him down, 

From the field of his fame fresh and gory; 
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, 
But we left him alone in his glory. 

1817. 


MY DOG 

Sergeant Frank C. McCarthy 

(American Expeditionary Forces) 

I found him in a shell hole, 

With a gash across his head, 

Standing guard beside his master 
Though he knew the boy was dead. 

Hell was raining all around us ; — 

We could only lie there tight. 

Got to sort of like each other 

Through the misery of that night. 

When I crawled back to the trenches, 
And I took his master, too, 

Frenchie followed. Guess he figured, 
Just because of that, I’d do. 

You wouldn’t say he’s handsome, 

He’s been hit a dozen times. 

But when we boys “go over,’’ • 

Over with us Frenchie climbs. 

Fie has fleas, and I have “cooties,’* 

He speaks French ; I “no compree.” ’ 

So the rule of fifty-fifty 
Goes between my dog and me. 


THE OUTLAWED NATION 


And when for home I’m starting, 
If I live to see this through, 

Just one thing is sure as shooting 
That my dog is going, too. 


NOT MADE IN GERMANY 

Leroy Huron Kelsey 

The blatant claim is often made, 
With brazen arrogance, 

That German wisdom ancf research 
Have made the world advance ; 
But when we start to itemize 
The things of greatest worth, 
That benefit and comfort bring 
To people of the earth, 

We do not find them emanating 
From Teutonic brains, 

Although the Hun will utilize 
Whate’er another gains. 

The telegraph, the telephone, 

The engine run by steam ; 
Acetylene and kerosene, 

Electric lights that gleam ; 

The ocean cable, and wireless, 

And e’en the phonograph ; 

The motion picture, and, 

In fact, the common photograph; 
All these would still be hidden 
From the races of mankind 
If their disclosures had depended 
On the German mind. 


238 THE OUTLAWED NATION 


The telescope, the microscope, 

The antiseptic gauze; 

The anesthetic for relief 
Of pain from any cause ; 

The principle of vaccination 
To prevent disease ; 

The decimal and metric systems 
Which we use with ease; 

All these were given to the world 
By nations now at war 

Against Teutonic doctrines, 

Which we heartily abhor. 

Our aniline for dyeing, and 
Our rubber vulcanized; 

Our automobiles and pianos, 

Both so highly prized ; 

Electric cars and air-brakes, 

And the soft pneumatic tire; 

The plate-glass in our windows, 

And our fences of barbed wire; 

All these were ne’er discovered 
In the land of braggart Hun, 

Although they try to fool us 
As to what they’ve really done. 

Machines for reaping harvests, 

And machines for threshing grain ; 

The cotton-gin, the submarine, 

The bird-like aeroplane; 

Machines for sewing clothing, 

And machines to count our cash ; 

Machines to write our letters, 

All so neatly, in a flash ; 

These also might have never 
Come to bless the human race 

If other folks had waited 
For the Hun to set the pace. 


THE OUTLAWED NATION 239 


E’en implements of warfare 

Are not born of Prussian hands; 

But they employ inventions 

That have come from other lands ; 

Percussion caps, torpedoes, 

Smokeless powder, dynamite, 

And nitroglycerin or shrapnel, 

All so deadly in a fight ; 

The rifle, or revolver, or the 
Quick breech-loading gun, 

While widely used, were none of them 
Invented by a Hun. 

The Germans are mechanics, 

And are skilful in that line ; 

They copy work of some one else, 

And often do it fine ; 

But when it comes to doing things 
That never have been done, 

They simply are not in it, 

And no laurels have they won. 

They talk of German “Kultur,” 

And they boast and strut about ; 

But yet their big achievements 
Are their pretzels, beer and kraut. 

1918. 


THE RECRUIT 

Robert William Chambers 

Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden : 
“Bedad, yer a bad ’un ! 

Now turn out your toes! 

Yer belt is unhookit, 

Y r er cap is on crookit, 

Ye may not be drunk 
But, be jabers, ye lookit! 

Wan — two ! 

Wan — two ! 

Ye monkey-faced divil, I’ll jolly ye through! 
Wan — two ! 

Time! Mark! 

Ye march like the aigle in Cintheral Parrk!” 

Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden: 
“A saint it ud sadden 
To drill such a mug! 

Eyes front — ye baboon, ye ! — 

Chin up — ye gossoon, ye ! 

Ye’ve jaws like a goat — - 
Halt, ye leather-lipped loon, ye! 

Wan — two ! 

Wan — two ! 

Ye whiskered orang-outang, I’ll fix you ! 

Wan — two ! 

Time! Mark! 

Ye’ve eyes like a bat! — Can ye see in the dark 

Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden : 
“Yer figger wants paddin’ — 

Sure, man, ye’ve no shape ! 

Behind ye yer shoulders 

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THE OUTLAWED NATION 241 


Stick out like two boulders ; 

Yer shins is as thin 
As a pair of pen-holders ! 

Wan — -two ! 

Wan — two ! 

Yer belly belongs on yer back, ye Jew! 

Wan — two ! 

Time! Mark! 

Tm dhry as a dog — I can’t shpake but I bark !” 

Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden : 
‘Tie heart it ud gladden 
T- blacken yer eye. 

Y Yre gettiiT too bold, ye 
C ompel me to scold ye — 

’Tis halt! that I say — 

Will ye heed what I told ye? 

Wan — two ! 

Wan — two ! 

Be jabors, Pm dhryer than Brian Boru ! 

Wan — two ! 

Time! Mark! 

V hat’s wor-ruk for chickens is sport for the 
lark !” 

Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden: 
“I’ll not stay a gaddin’ 

Wid dagoes like you ! 

I’ll travel no farther, 

I’m dying for — wather; — 

Come on, if ye like — 

Can ye loan me a quather? 

Ya-as, you — 

What — two ? 

And ye’ll pay the potheen? Ye’re a daisy! 
Whurroo ! 

You’ll do! 

Whist ! Mark ! 

The Regiment’s flattered tP own ye, me spark ! 



SUBJECT INDEX 


Abe Hacker’s Boy 

Abuse of Power, The . 

America’s Answer 

American Vanguard, The . 

Air Battle, The 

Average Man, The 

Back to the Light 

Babylon : War Against .... 
Battle of the Marne, The . 

Battle Spirit, The 

Black Regiment, The . . . . 

Belgium, The Rape of ... 
Britannia, The Soul of ... 

Bolshevik, The 

Bruce to His Men at Bannockburn 

Chaplain, The 

Carmen Bellicosum 

Charge of the Light Brigade . 
Composite Soul, The . 

Counting the Cost 

“C. P. T.,” A Soliloquy .... 

“Der Vaterland” 

Devolution of a Kaiser, The . 
Dog, My ........ 

Donelson (Fort), Illinois, At . 
Doughnut Girl, The Little . 

Duty 

England 

England and America .... 

England, Men of 

Ev’ry Body’s Muss ...... 

“Faith of Our Fathers” 

Flanders Fields 

For the Honor of Italy 
Fort Donelson, Illinois, At 
Fourth Liberty Loan . 

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PAGE 

107 

159 

1 

29 

118 

128 

98 

219 

53 

11 

229 

10 

51 

178 

227 

72 

233 

212 

133 

159 

95 

89 

165 

236 

228 
180 
123 

49 

224 

214 

104 

121 

1 

57 

228 

131 


244 


INDEX 


PAGE 

Germany, Not Made in 237 

Germans, Ode to the 215 

Great Expectations 191 

Green Estaminet, The 208 

Girl and the Job, The 125 

Glossary 85 

He Couldn’t Let Well Enough Alone .... 196 

He Doesn’t Know This War Is On 156 

Honor of Italy, For the 57 

“Honorable Peace” 164 

How the Devil Discovered “Kultur” .... 163 

Illinois, At Fort Donelson 228 

Italy, For the Honor of 57 

Khaki-Yank 102 

Kaiser’s Lament, The 94 

Keep Watch on the Rhine 169 

“Kultur” 159 

Lafayette 88 

“League o’ Nations,” The 175 

Liberty? What Is 198 

Lincoln, Abraham 115 

Little Doughnut Girl, The 180 

Loyalty, No Middle Ground for 14 

Lumberjack’s Flag, The 127 

Marne, The Battle of 53 

Marines, The 152 

Magnolia Cemetery 226 

Men of England 214 

Moore, Burial of Sir John 235 

My Dog 236 

New Patriot, The 193 

Nelson, The Death of 231 

No Middle Ground for Loyalty 14 

Not Made in Germany 237 

Outlawed Nation, The 184 

Orphan of Old Mobile, The 220 

Ode to the Germans 215 

Ode to the Warrior Dead 223 

Peace 161 

Pershing at the Tomb of Lafayette 86 

Power, The Abuse of 159 


INDEX 245 

PAGE 

Rape of Belgium, The 10 

Relief of Lucknow, The 205 

Rheims, The Monument 46 

Recruit, The 240 

Roosevelt, Theodore 154 

Sacrifice Heroic, The 36 

Sam’s Awakening 113 

Star Spangled Banner, The 217 

Slackers’ Retreat, The 183 

Sentry’s Prayer, The 17 

Sir John Moore, Burial of . . . ... . . . 235 

“Schneider Made der Guns” 91 

Smith, Tom and His Pup 67 

Soldier’s Wife, The 105 

Soldier’s Letter, A 211 

Soul of a Nation, The 132 

“Supreme Sacrifice,” The 35 

Teutonic War . 64 

Teutonic Peril, The 18 

The Abuse of Power 159 

The American Vanguard 29 

The Air Battle 118 

The Average Man 128 

The Battle Spirit 11 

The Battle of the Marne 53 

The Bolshevik 178 

The Chaplain 72 

The Composite Soul 133 

The Devolution of a Kaiser 165 

The Green Estaminet 208 

The Girl and the Job 125 

The Kaiser’s Lament 94 

The “League o’ Nations” 175 

The Lincoln 115 

The Little Doughnut Girl 180 

The Lumberjack’s Flag 127 

The Marines 152 

The New Patriot 193 

The Outlawed Nation 184 

The Orphan of Old Mobile 220 

The Rape of Belgium 10 

The Recruit 240 

The Slackers’ Retreat 183 

The Sentry’s Prayer 17 

The Soldier’s Wife 105 


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INDEX 


The Soul of a Nation . 
The Soul of Britannia 
The “Supreme Sacrifice” 
The Sacrifice Heroic 
The Teutonic Peril . . 

The Vanguard 
Tom Smith and His Pup 

Vanguard, The 
Victors, Welcome to the 

Waiting for Zero . 

War Is Over .... 
War, Teutonic .... 
War Against Babylon 
We Are Coming . . 

Welcome to the Victors . 

“You” 

“Zero,” Waiting for . 


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35 

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28 

176 

63 
172 

64 
219 
194 
176 

124 

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